Treasure Island

Chime Justice Ndubuisi

(20-11-1984 / Onitsha, Anambra State)

A Mawkish Poem

When we laugh, we laugh
For the benefit of the dead.
When we cry, we cry
For the benefit of the living.

When we cough, we cough
To purge our souls, to get rid
Of waste and decay,
We desire to make a living.

When we travel, we travel
On the road of the dead.
When we live, we live
Because we know we will die.

None to save us from the devil
Or launch us into another world
Or take away our believe
In life and death, or break the tie.

Like the season that comes and goes
Like the day and night,
When we live, we live
Ignorant of where we are headed.

There is no one that knows,
The guessers have not guessed right
Those that believe only believe
Not because of love, for they are afraid.

There is in every man something
That longs for immortality;
Like a light that yearns for darkness
While his music is still on;

His is a language that means nothing,
His humanity is his sole patrimony
That derides him of anything bliss,
For soon, used and wretched he is gone.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Edited: Monday, January 27, 2014

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