FINAL VACATION

I do wonder why men are immortal,
Like Hen
whose dream is to wake
Pick some pieces of corn 🌽
And lay down some yellowish eggs.

Like some apes
Skipping through trees in wild forests
Day and nights
And screaming “auh”

But still they say “we are their kings”

But they will die
We will die, – I will die
A time will come for a final vacation,
When I will be laid down six feet
Lifeless: no movement
With nothing but my thoughts alone.

When I will join my ancestors
“as a new ghost on a final holiday”

But the question is, would apes and hens be there again?

By Nuruddeen Adekunle Ridwanullah