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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