False Impression Poem by Imaobong Igwe

Little dotted lines above the wall

A guide to the foreseen triumphant

Accorded the dare devil

Vampire with fresh blood

Too clear but hard to discern

Adorn with black monstrous attire

That mere eye have mistaken for a white garment

Funny as it may

Incomprehensible as it seems

The truth never lies

Talk about the unmerited triumphant

Of the deceitful monster

Whom through vice, the throne he inherits

Though not an heritage, but fleeting glory

A nice guide to a bedecked grave

In which with his two hands

Have measured, dogged and decorated

Poor ignorant thing

Don't be too relaxed

A beautiful grave is as cheap as hell