Man is his greatest enemy.
No?
Then tell me why man sets fire on his existence and dance to the flames that left him in ashes,
Buried his desire for peace and shook hands with death.
He finds himself in constant company of thunder and matching drums.

Truly,
Man does not understand his human self.
Place him in shelves of himself,
And he would swear he’s in cells of him-selves.
Man is under custody of himself.
For we are the custodians of ourselves ,
But he refused to take the blame and laid on his wealth.
But it was never about how it felt.
The arrogant seed was sowed in thyself,
Long before you sought to know yourself.
Now, you are just a broken shelf in your selves trying to find you, in yourself

The hay man
Made while the sun shines.
Man didn’t make haste while the sun shines.
Man blames his delay on the sun, sighs!
Man sets fire to the hay watching the flames burn bright.
So, man made dancing with death a party with broken drumbeats around gliding fire.

They said time and tides wait for no man.
While time and tides waited on a man,
Serving him opportunities on a silver platter,
But you and I queue at hope and pray watching both shatter

Man is a trickster.
He calls himself the magician.
Then, the magic shun,
Its master.
So, everything he touches turns to dust,
‘Cause everything he torches eventually lays in ashes.
So, he spills the blood of his kin.
And turns to his own skin,
And the rest of his kin’s skin,
Man is the devil within.

Man proclaims God,
Said he is the acclaimed guard.
He calls himself the Creator.
He rests war and peace in his hands.
But man’s idea of peace is a season of iron harvest.
So, man murders the gardens of time,
In the name of guarding time.

Repent said the TikTok man,
Content with his creation, he is not a man.
He clicks, scrolls and
His mind shrinks,
Thinking has gone extinct.
Man’s brains have been washed and hanged,
In a museum of stand,
An antique of the next generational demand.

But amidst the blood bath,
The chaos of creation,
Man stands at a lost of himself, his will and everything he wills,
So, is either he starts a revolution,
Or waits for a revelation
But in between the two, there must be resolution,
A resolute solution.
It’s either the rebellion of a resurrection,
Or the resurrection of rebellion.
But there must be the rebirth of evolution.