Death Of Our Language Poem by Andytics mufc
Death Of Our Language
Gone is a great custodian of our heritage
Gone is a pillar of the land
Whose signature dwelt on our tongues
Tears profusely stream down my cheeks
As his body
Lowers into the jaws of the earth
So grief striken i am
Failing to reconcile with the terms
For his coffin
Not only does it carry his
body but also our culture
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: culture,grief
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