Vanity
Saturday, February 04, 2012
6:18 PM
Vanity,
vanity, all is vanity
That
which gives you an identity is but only a cloth of frivolity
For even
the State cannot give immunity against this stupidity
Man is a
creator of a false reality; always driven as the economic commodity
Sheepishly
conjuring terms and catch-phrases
Busy
officiating non-existent materialistic grand prix races
The
so-called elite driving the sleek Formula One cars
So
intelligent, they don’t realize there is no finish line
Speeding
round like hungry hyenas; they circle the circus
But their
noses point to the skies as though they are with no blemish
Pumping
their chests out and calling it swag, a bit more like rag
Impersonating
celebrities of unknown descent…
Intrigued
by their never-ending flukes like attacked insects
They
confuse pride with self-respect
They play
down their failures and change not
But if
you will still repeat the gesture of your defeat then where is your pride
Where is
your pride when what people think about you makes your "pride"
Its like
waiting for the sky to cease to be high and wide
No one
builds your self-esteem but yourself and not the tide
The
frantic chase for fame makes you lame
Hopping
from people's lives like it’s a game
Its sheer
daftness to think of life as the same lame game
Cuz what
is a game when you have only one turn
You die
or you learn,
Baby, you
freeze or you burn
Lessons
are learnt to cause change not to fake change for vanity
Or
branded dignity but to promote maturity and integrity.
Lexis
Quajo Manuel®
© 2012
