Easy Difficult Path Poem by Abdulrasaq Akingbo Okanlambe

It is easy difficult path
True extreme path
I know, I know
I know I must die!
But

Anybody around?
To deem my hour
to make me up my time
I knew death is only holy path
to my Lord.

For; after I left this field
Who will be shooting my arm
This private mild closet
I will be laid
Who will seen me off

Afraid me of this slog dark
fluorescent room
Tell her, let her aware

Let the earth not be worry
late and soon
Day and night
we are approaching
In a white sheet dressing.