In The Died Man Grave Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Behind the died man's grave
I saw many reasons to live
And dance merrily to the shinning sun.
In the died man's grave
Many terrible and horrible
Voices echoed out their angry voices of
Unfulfilled potentials.
There, wisdom weeps and laments for not working
According to the ten principles of life
Knowledge flaps it wings and dance emotionally
Destiny came roaming about naked
They said the grave yard is the richest house
Now i know perfectly well because
I saw potential came to me
In a sackcloth howling bitterly
Then i asked him why he weeps.
He looked up and his tears visited the ground
he told me that men had failed to use him
Because of their mind set and weakness
I looked into his palm and saw how smooth it was
How men had not touch it for thousand years
'I ye men believe not in your selves' cried he
Then fear answered him happily
'I torment them all And they heed to my torment'
Then went he up rejoicing
as i walked farther i saw fate in the corner
Anger and battered like a harden criminal
Then said he to me, men are stubborn
I decid for them but they disposed my decision
I worked hard to channel them but money they all need
Music in my heart i bore to satisfy them
But to no avail, so i gave up.
The next i hand them over to death humbly
In the died man's grave
There are many gift untouched
Indeed it is the richest house ever
My heart aches and a drowsy cry deepen
One hour past i still remained behind the grave
NOw i have woken up to learn beyond
That i know in a died man's grave