MAY YOU LIVE ON
And may there no death or end for you
For you alone and your likes.
Yet we shall die leaving you and your fiendish exploits
You that savor the ghoul of fetching tears from impeccable eyes
And defile the orphan pot of soup
Sending empty stomach to the dead rites.
And may there be no death for you and what you diurnally do
When we all close our eyes to sleep eternally.
Akinmuleya A. Alfred
©2019.
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