But who are we?

We who were born defiled by iniquity yet have found a stool in nature's graceful bosom.

We whose survival is hinged on the phalanges of the benevolent chief and owner of the universe.

We who are nothing but the smoothness of a handful of clay.

We command life like we understand its coarseness.

We who would perish and be adorned by the pompous pageantry of cheap celebrating termites.

We who with covered noses, the darkness would be inebriated by our smell when we are left lifeless for a journey with no cowry.

We raise our shoulders and ruffle the heavens with the blunt feathers of our malnourished clavicles.

We dictate to life like we own it; we judge our fellow men like the heavens can tell the stories of our unsung miserable choruses; we whose righteousness are filthy rugs before the master.

We chant the alleluias of our possessions and we rub the content of our barns in the faces of the Haitis and Somalians.

We curse humanity and surrender our souls to the Armageddon of greed.

We exchange our memories with the subtlety y of tomorrow's good life and ignore that he that is down needs fear no fall.

We step on the cherished conscience of our friends with the pride-infested elephantiasis of the dictatorship of our wealth.

Vanity!!! Again I say vanity.

We pride ourselves with the quantity of our foes.

We leave our security to our mouths and feed our dogs to mock the pauper.

Oh we foolish maggots! if the Lord doesn't watch, the watchmen labour in vain.

We treat our fellow men with disdain, we rob, we loot and share and laugh in our earthly palanquins; we watch our country men eat sand.

We grease our hearts to produce smiles only by the drums of worldly appellations.

When this life melts away and the judiciary of the "eternity" issues us with a summon; when we are placed in between the narrow and the broad.

What refrains shall our epitaphs echo in paradise? 

Then we shall poke our brains in a quizzical wonder of our earthly sorrows and listen if the heavens shall hear our dumb wailings

Then they would ask:

But who are we?