Of A Hemlock Drink Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Two friends had sat lonely along-
The tavern liquid sprinkled floor
There they were humming an old song,
One was rich and the other poor,
With a drink deep in alkanone
Merrily they drank one by one;
The poor had sat whence shown the sun
So he mask'd his face with mirth, - -gone.

They brought out a troubling subject
The one youths call 'truth or dare'
So it was known where th' rich object-
Or objects of wealth: precious stones,
Money, and all the wealthy ones;
Where hidd'n 'neath an orchard tree there.

While they merry with the sun ray,
I saw the poor look th' other way
He put some little hemlock t' sink
All the way down 'ffusing their drink.
Suddenly, the rich gasp'd in shock
To the orchard tree the poor went
With a hoe he stoop'd and bent,
Th' poor dug out, a bag of hemlock.