But She Died Poem by Fred Nwaozor

At the east
Of Niger area
Lives the industrious.

At the point
Of settling down
Mingled with serpent.

Though he lives
But nearly kissed
The cursed six-feet.

What a serpent
That dresses in
A woman regalia!

You were severely warned
By the concerned
And the affected souls.

Still, No-No-No!
Remains your chorus
At all created times,

Due to your
Acquaintance with
The underworld.

Now you have visited
The forsaken six-feet
You never dreamt of.

What an ignominy
Having lived as elephant
Died as an ant.

You unknowingly signed
Your death warrant
Without a query.