A Solemn Journey Poem by Gilbert Alasa

Everyone thronged his hole
Wondering where the ugly chap
Hid his bald head
From behind emerged

Happily messaged flies, panting at no ease
With pleasure their wings fly
We saw Mr. Fox in his last dance
Turned down from looking at anyone

Under his feet was laid
A book written in rainbow color
With a restive grip of the spinning pen
Thick dew of sweat dripping in fury

From his quacking palm
He writes, ‘put thy trust on no pal
He vows pulling you through today
In the dumps you thrive on the morrow

Man changes, like the ever-altering chameleon
He gives you a coin at dawn
He craves your only gold at dusk
Or you are up for the butchers’ table

And so, I decided to sojourn
On the side where solace lives in silence
Where no one’s mama cry
And bid farewell to this toiling end!