They have arrived again my friend!
To be with us again
To claim bond of relations with the deceased
As if they were blood bond relatives with the fallen blood
You see, with their crocodile faces and tears they landed
Pretending to be generous.
With their uncircumcised heart and coordinated prayers
They smell what the fallen brother has left.
Look at their leaking mouth
For the visit of death erects their ears.
This poem tells how people go for burial or funeral with their different motives and interests especially in Africa.
A brilliant piece that exposes the ulterior motives of some mourners with their enforced sorrowful faces. The poem captured the situation very well. Kudos! Do keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They have arrived again my friend, beautiful line in this poem African Funeral. Nice poem on African life and culture. Keep on writing. May God bless you.