I will surely get back to you when I come online.
This bone was once in luxury,
Leaving and living in mansions,
Traveling from here to there,
Drives exotic cars, with tinted glasses.
After acquiring all degrees,
With proofs of certifications,
After extorting the people
With truthful lies in business.
After intimidating faces,
With ill-gotten wealth,
With the facial expression of arrogance,
It will still end in the grave.
After the millions, billions and trillions,
Whether naira, dollars or pounds,
Empty handed will a man return,
To face eternal judgment.
After the hustling and bustling,
Under the scorching sun,
And in the mocking rain,
Man must sleep in a grave forever.
One by one, we shall all return,
To account for our deeds in flesh,
Yehweh will pay everyone,
According to one's thoughts, words and actions.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2025 05:54
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem reflects on life after death, and the fate of man after leaving this wicked world. We are called to fear God in all our dealings on earth. Everything on earth is vanity upon vanity. Empty we came, and empty we shall all return. May God help us all. Amen.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Powerful and sobering it calls out from the grave.
Whatever we do or say in life, if we are good or bad we all end up dead, enjoyed a well written write
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