Ogunkanbi Benjamin Cazu Poems

A gentle voice prelate spoke
During whose meek and mild breath stroke
A palace of darkness, prisoner's light
An epitaph of lies, witness night
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Much as i'm frightened to know
that man is but a living dust
And the fact that makes us so
Lead to the grave that held our trust
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I planned the music of my funeral
And laid me to rest, A broken little man
I planned my gravestone
And wrote an epitaph, lovely as I can
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