While we are here

sometimes I want to ask,
do we even have to be here?
how pleasing is it to see
that a man is born to live,
and suffer from birth,
denied all forms of mirth,
to one day meet death,
and still, make it to hell.
the preacher says all is well
meanwhile, lying on his bed
is another’s wife from our midst.
the leader who says all is fair
is referring to his kind of girls,
the men we refer to as evil
live long, enjoy life, breathe,
and when they die, we have
no idea where they head to.
sometimes I look at life,
not from a happy point,
not from a fulfilled point,
and I willingly want to live forever.
sometimes I look at life,
not from a depressing point,
not from a suicidal point
and I do not want to participate.

Tomide Abdul