STATE OF THE GOING

Like the previous life was in a jungle,
Long life, one in heavy rumble.
Man cannot do without a fumble.
To the house of new life,
The hermaphrodite in command.
To the land of new friends,
The abused union that persists.
To the place of new foes,
The land of the tainted minds.
To what never came to being,
The partial illusion.
To all these and more or less,
The journey takes Man.

Nay, Man know not neither
What its like at birth
Nor when He shall return to air.
From the time unknown
Through these sensations
And to the time no one knows,
As the subject of this, for Man
The journey goes onto the next.

DAUDA ONAWOLA