The first spoke words
Words that gave life
Beauty from the rubble
Perfection from the ashes
All like a mirrage in Eden
She crawled in to put a dent
Mortals reap to lose at sunset
We live to die, so blood's red
Teach me not to sing the swansong
For my time is not yet come
Teach me how to defeat death at sight
When it comes blaring it's teeth at night
Many is life's great phenomenon
Birth, the dawn of a new star
Joy, Peace, and love:life's greatest
But death the faceless monster
Oh death! swell not in your pride
Blow not your horns to heaven's gateman
Flesh to the dust : your bragging right gone
For our souls are far above your reach
Even In death, we live
©Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus
IG- Oluwamarc
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Inspired by the Death of Dr Auuba, a lecturer in the Department of Religious African Studies, AAUA
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