Is this really the Land of the living?

Is this really the land of the living?
Where the spring is for some,
And the sea is for all!
The value of breadth is measured in a scale,
Replaced by currency exhaustible.

Is this really the land of the living?
Where shadows fear for the heat of death,
And the prey runs to its predator,
While searching for another day to see!

Is this really the land of the living?
Where the sun set at the peak of heat!
The giant feet and the watchman
Seek help of the colony of Ants!

Is this really the land of the living?
The squirrels and ants feed to fat,
The ban and harvest of decades,
Fog and Smog the tangible mist of generations on course!

Is this really the land of the living?
The living word only keep record of the living;
The word, only the God of the living;
Dwelling forever only with the living.

The world we found ourselves today has been marked for destruction by fire. This piece seeks to steer our heart to focus our attention and achievements on the kingdom of God; the wisest thing ever.
There is nothing we have here that will be forever even our very life.

© Abidemi Afolabi
June 2021 Poetry Series
HPL

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