Our purpose

I tasted the acridness of depression

I spat it out like viscous phlegm

I surveyed my life for a cure for trangression

to deliver me from inexorable sin

Life trajectories are good and bad

I surrender all to a divine intervention

Some philosophical juggernauts claim God's death is sad

And if so, that gives me much apprehension

What is our purpose on earth

I begin to curiously ask myself

If death is the natural design, why my birth

Then what is the purpose of obtaining wealth

We fight racial battles everyday

And verbal constipations dictate race is subjective

Among many avoided conversations we still say

we try our best to be productive