A Day To Remember Poem by Michael Nimo Cudjoe

It is said everyday,

When God created this land,

He visited the land everyday,

He returned every night to rest as his demand,

One month for a dozen to another chapter, darkness covered the entire world, on the special day of God, which was Sunday.

A giant archenemy with his Excalibur and Shaft killed 128,343 people, the rest cannot be mentioned.

That was when the virile of the world became weak from that day,

Heroes and miniature were being penned like animals, including the Presidents as lockdown was declared,

When did paradise became hell,

When did our own land became our enemy,

Grotesque, troll, Mighty trees and it infant corn were completely pulled out as it fell,

The effect and cause was known but its cure was anonymity.

This poisonous poignant bell kept on sounding and gallant and mogul were falling like an ant at the sound of its bell

It was a day to remember, for it reminded the world of the pain of agony