life is an irony,
A place where non-living things tends
To live longer than the living
Life's too short
The dust beneath  your feet today
Might be your roof tomorrow!

Life is a battle field
The survival of the fitest
Then palm wine for the victors
Seven virgins should be waiting,
My soul groans to give in
Am a wounded worrior,  
And my cartridge is empty of bullets!