Gone Indeed Poem by Dare Onadele

It’s a dream
Please wake me.
It’s not real
Please tell me.
It’s not true
Please confirm it.

How is it possible?
He was strong and agile.
Holding his heart’s knob
Silently death sneaked in
Still no one saw it come.
Death brushed his hair gray
And caught his teeth prey

The heritage calabash is broken
His lineage shalln’t be forgotten.
The Akoko leaf dry and fallen.
The metal gong is rotten
Beyond repair and amend.
His royal cheers shall be missed.

Where was the guard
When the calabash got smashed?
Where was the maid
When the leaf got fade.

He plainly made this known
The thick blood and water of his own
Should inherit him on the throne
After his heart denies him throb.
To yield to all and should not snub
Then have his blessings as onion bulb.


To his princes and princesses
The chiefs are yet to access
Just to dropp the dreadful news
That the King of J. Onad Palace
Death has made him to demise.


By: Onadele Dare
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