Treasure Island

Rex mayor Ubini

(March 8th,1984. / Nigeria.)

Our Nelman Is Gone Home


Years behind, ahead of time,
Lost in the abyss of mind,
A quick locus in a blue space,
A mighty dead tree prostrate.
And awakening, eyes and ears,
Began to witness the great stars,
Who made the earth shone bright.
In queue they are falling face down,
Fading into unseen shadows.
Who's next? Today asked tomorrow.
Alas! The eagle of peace is flown,
Into the sky of gloom and dust.
I can hear voices of black waters echoe,
Our Nelman is gone home.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2014
Edited: Sunday, January 26, 2014
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The Demise of Nelson Mandela.

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