Just who am I,
I’d like to know,
Or should I die
Where do I go?
Just what is the gain,
I often ponder,
Or is it in vain
This earth I wander?
Just what is this life,
I think in sadness,
That though I strive
There’s still such darkness?
Just what’s the Force,
I seem so blind,
That had a cause
To make my kind?
Just who will promise,
I feel so lonely,
That at my demise
The grave is homely?
- Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
