A Widow With Many Husband Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Not all death are cruel
Both those that went with early grave
The good death of my husband
Was due to our good
The path he puts embrace
Was all his fate could choose
Paving ways for my existence
So my joy can germinate
Before i was dead to a spot
Withheld in breath and our abode
It is the liberty of the house
Celebrating trial in troubled tongue
Only once my dream has come true
Period subjection was mile away from my root
My reach to regain princes and numerous chiefs
Whose hand lies my revenue
Being slave in a man's arm
A trial i've come to overcome
Fruits of men i've come to reap
Now my burden they've helped to emaciate
Finally my trial is something good
Gone are the days i fight a fight i regret
My struggle to own numerous dreams
Death isn't that bad once it comes genuine
Reaping your barricades apart
So your way could be made clear
My barricade; my late husband
Whose vacuum other men were born to fill.