Muogbo Ifeanyi Poems

Herein lies the tale of Antediluvia.
The world that is, was, and yet was not.
Of Antediluvia's end, tales were told.
Whether Antediluvia really existed, annals never told.
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How I remember their leathery looks;
faces marred by cruel death's hook.
How I detest that eerie calm;
death's grip imparts like a spooky balm.
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He is so wonderful;
His heart so beautiful.
He has never failed me;
and never would He, I know.
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In hostile territory
Amidst the racket of exploding shrapnel
He lay dying.
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