Who Are We? ...What's Life?

We are dust, rising to settle once again-

matter that doesn't just occupy space

but also matters and inspires

with each successive collision

our life form is engulfed in a war of attrition- rounding down the net benefits of our value vis-a-vis our pain and struggles

We are defined by our conquests -and remembered by the misery we engineered;

conquerors invested in vain endeavors;

mere creations playing at the image of the Almighty

We seek approval and squash dissent-

we agitate for change that benefits us; and like a pile of dust, our vision is clouded

We've forgotten how it feels to lift another

and how sweet petrichor fumes taste;

when the dust is washed down.

our ending doesn't have to lack meaning-

life is all about germination and growth;

it's all about being present and occupying space

It's not about the capacity of our lungs but whether we can breathe

We are instructed to live and let live;

spawn offspring and endeavor to multiply

our lives aren't mere suggestions of instructions;

but the embodiment of divine glory and purpose

we dig into our past like a rubble of gold;

to find within our deserted souls an oasis of oil;

to reignite our passion and fuel our spirits

our life is not without purpose; and like the ten commandments, we were meant to be carved, broken, and rebuilt.

- DIKIZO The Poet.