Death And The Poet's Soliloquy Poem by Uwakwe Uchechkwu

A few we've seen, a thousand we've lost,
Memories pouring out, are these the cost?
And all it seems is but a piece of nightmare within my head,
It seems the living here are the dead
And the dead are the survivors of this great war
Between time and man, closed behind a door.

Worry, trouble, hunger and emptiness hold no territory
Nor a place amid the silent tombs of the cemetery,
The dead body shall live in obscurity
And worry not over her security

But one thing I know for sure;
Someday our boats will reach that shore
And we shall see all that life has been,
Not for her character; so mean
But for what she is; she is God's experiment
In the laboratory of heaven and above lies our peace and merriment