DAUNTING DAMNED DEATH: A TERSE DIRGE ON DEE SUNNY OKEZIE Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI


I don't write about death; it's weak

Snatching and running away always

What else talks loud of cowardice?

You made men cry like babies 

Death is silly and mean! 


We couldn't shout but overawed

You stepped out but death called

It thought we'll all shout but no

You made a bizarre dash into absence 

Death is now shocked and dazed


Death is a thief; it stole those beautiful smiles

Where's her stores for all that treasure?

Let's now condole with the grieving 

But you left briskly in utter silence

You may have lots to say right now

But keep them for your creator


Goodbye Dee Sunny

But wake up on the morning

When the saints are gathered

Fair thee well...

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