Tragedy Friday Poem by Vincent Onyeche

I went to the hospital to see my blood
Only to jam volumes of ocean tears pond
Faces were up and faced down to the ground
My blood was fine but I heard a crying chord
Certainly they expressed a lose against an odd.

Friday the faithful had all headed for church
...Boomm... tires rolled, before the rush
Those there said: 'the impact is much'
Passengers on-board all had a re-touch
...Sh, three gave up the ghost! ... sssh.

'Three,3..': repeatedly it resounded
I defined tragedy as the Devils sword
A word in a world no one pray to afford
Down the slope into the mud....
Passengers on-board all had a re-touch.

'Lord why..! ' This one kept shouting
'Iyawo mi! My wife, baybem! ' He was screaming
She had kicked the bucket and sailed home
But she died not alone
For she was pregnant and they both died right on his hands.