Last Last Poem by Okim Otu

Though you were engaged with a diamond ring
Or under a cicamon where birds sing
Last last it's the same yes I do

Though you fly first class
Or squeezed in economy with no class
Last last you will touch ground at same time

Though you groove with an iPhone thirteen
Or endure a refurbished andriod
Last last you end up in the same internet

Though you resides at the city centre
Or down town at the slums
Last last you both breath the same oxygen

Though you flaunt your bloated ego
Or keep a calm head
Last last people will still complain

Be you king or puppet
Be you rich or poor
Last last you all will die.