Blank Lines Written Behind The Curtain Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Curtain falls 'pon mankind, whom e'en hath bleat
Stubbornly on halo lights of a stage,
So we come afore play victors or doom
What do we care? We r'cite our trembling scenes;
Heroes play and go, actors even die:
By diff'rent means, alternative forgone
Our martyr-dom in that viewing threshold
Our rising to immortality time;
Playing hero of high concentrat'd cheer
Or a villain of lowest marg'nal love;
What difference will a role make to-day
That have not be done and gone over time?
For the good ones to be, the bad ones must
Be, this have been known; inferenc'd by time
Factor of old denudations of roles
To be broken down before the actors;
But such is life, a stage. (A great writer
Once said so himself when he play'd his scene)
Often have I wonder a day will come
With no actors again left to be seen
That stage and podium will sudd'nly go blank.