gideon zerah ogbonna

(24 may 1993 / nigeria)

Funeral Drum


Lowly humble percussion
Causing visual perspiration
Thoughts causing droplets unfold
...That you need not be told
Ha! ..how time passes swiftly
And oh how life is costly
What soothing sound of horror is this?

Slowly gently unminding the sound
So I think, just yet it still is found
the audiences heart of sympathy
Like slapping on water pati...pati...pati..
Sounding thunderous after entering the ears
Filling the cloud with eyes of tears
An overflow of genuine breakdown...pity

Common stringed and leathered wood
Sending..feeding strong soul food
Causing emotion terrorism
That makes the corpe's eyes wet.. Arnarchism
I'll never attend a funeral
This has covered all several
By the sound of this drum

Submitted: Friday, March 08, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 17, 2013
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