On The Bye Of A Passer-By Poem by Oritsemolebi Eric Atie

Aroused by this drear state
One not deemed by faith
Nor feigned by fear
To muster such dreadful cheer
Drenched in this chilly flame
I seek for words to say
Not to stir and jeer, nor glear
Upon the loss of one so dear

Has death got no shame
To sit among virtuoso names
To dance upon hopeful faces
Knowing well that he be a castaway
Clouded by deaths drowning mist,
Still we conform to his ardent fist
Pushing us down in mourning and sorrowful groove
As we kneel before his drear coup