Widow's Plight Poem by nicholas boateng

Shall my enemies rejoice?
Or shall their eyes with tears be filled?
Shall their tongues continually slay?
Or by shock be dumb?
Before them one of the noble in peace lies
Quiet, never to talk again
His good deeds resonate his good name
Oh life!
How fragile life could be
To some he was a leader
Some, a rival in the fields of power
A father to the rich lands of the Africans
To my son a great papa
Yet to me...beyond words
I shall see you again
Fare thee well my lovely husband
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