A World Without A Poet Poem by Craig Moses Uche

Sterile is the sound of love
Without the sonnet of the poet
Even lovers would never do the duet

Truly, there's no love
In this world
Without the poets ballad

Even the whistles of doves
Would loose their harmony
Without the bards symphony

What would the records be without the poet?

History will hew a mournful sigh
At the death of the Poets eulogy
As it soul lives in each allegory

No, No,
Sturdy would be the cry of warriors
At the crucifixion of the poet's epic
As the end of all valor would become anemic

Even Leonidas
Would rise again
As his eulogy would bear stains

And dead men
Will dig no graves for dead men
As they all would've died in vain

The cries of mournful mothers
Will be heard again
As their sons died without gain

No eulogy, no allegory and no bard

Life in its piety
Might become a priest
As death would already be deceased

Seeing that men's hearts were already dead

BY: C. M. UCHE-ENWERE