Gone
(Dedicated to late Christy Ogbonna of ADSS Bori Camp)
The wind howls and fissile
Passing a sound fierce
Like the feaces of purge-inmate
Violating signs of the facet
Many a life I've seen
I've seen life on mansions
I've seen life on horses
I've seen life lick dust
I've seen life posed like carcass
Then came this sunny day
Behold I
A precious life on uniform
Crested with a badge
A labour prefect of the school community
Christy Ogbonna her name
A disciplinarian her call
But all that was yesterday
O….. that precious life I saw yesterday
Today no more
Fissiled away was it
Like the west wind