POEM FOR THE GRAVESIDE
Even when the red earth is gray
And the dreams are ray-less – pour some wine
Even when tears from pretty eyes have dried
And siblings from afar are tired – cry some more
Even when wishes turn horses
And wells tarnishes – hold hands a lil longer
Sniff mourning for life has ended
Bring out your dirty robes and the pretty dresses
Bury them
Dust your old guns and fire shots
Mourn for a morning in the delta
And the unrest in the north
Mourn for our mums and sires
Just as Jos has lost trust
We have lost voices to weeping
This human settlement is unsettled
Beads of reality have faded
Extremists inking dreams on broken crosses
O! Creator of mankind
Man has dashed his hopes
Renew his failed faith in you.
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