All The Vanities Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Things of world is sitting in the winds
Winds always dancing its windmills round
And round will ever go the windmill's blade.
When they turns right
They certainly will turns Left.
When they goes forth,
They certainly will comes back.
One who waits in the center,
May patiently get it.

Beauty seen in the morning
Dims dull in the night
Secrets planned in the noon
Will be achieved in the eveny
But no matter how fair evil looks
The boomerang is up to time,
But the Good will ever overcome
One in the middle of the tunnel
Will see the light at the end.


All the vanities,
Are adorned with good things
The Hunter's dog,
Goes circle round the roasted stock
One who gets into the wood,
Will cut the little he will bear
He who is after the iroko
Will certainly break necks
whoso eats with the pain of hunger may bite his finger off