Vanity Poem by Moto Wamwanga

When I see people around
Fighting and arguing for vile
Things of the world, I just smile,
Laugh till I lie down on the ground.

When I hear people crying
For useless things, I shake my head,
Blame that phi and pity one who's dying
Around the globe for water and bread

They haven't. As a wiser passenger
Who lives on earth for a short time,
As an obedient and clever stranger,
I would do my best to avoid crime

And sins. I would prepare to return
Where I came from, where I'd live
Forever. Hell's fire then wouldn't burn
Me. Steven Job had, I still believe,

Any type of car and house. He had
Billions, how proud and glad
Was he? Mobutu, Saddam Hussein,
And many more, what pain in my vein!

Had everything more than needed,
Owned entire countries, but indeed
They have perpetually, like sardine,
Been immured into a box, a coffin

And forgotten by leaving
Behind: power, money, everything
They had been, day and night,
Killing people for. The light

Had been off for them. They became
Dust, mud. So you and I'd be the same.
Therefore, it isn't worth to kill
For worthless things of life. Just fulfil

The duty of making your life better,
Easier and safer. To be willing to
Win a sprint race, the sprinter
Must become a slave of running, do

Anything required. Worthless
Things of the world are vanity.
But, they can make you heartless,
Wicked and selfish for eternity.

If you extremely adore or love
Those infernal things, then you will
Be a slave of calamity. You will kill
Your dignity and be a cursed dove.

Can you remember how nude we came?
Do you know that this is the same
Way we'll return where we came from,
Leaving what we met in this kingdom?