On The Cenotaph - Poem by Tosin Abegunde
On the Cenotaph
I fear for the day you were born
When our city filled with ecstasy
To welcome the new born king.
This strange land you now live
Despite your spilled blood for love
Only a laid wreath in your honour
This is a catasrophic second death.
Better never came than this mess!
How not to treat a departed hero.
Your nomenclature withers off
Like powder scattered in the wind
That never can they be gathered
Where are the promises of old?
The life after death for compatriot:
What a legal deceitful truthfulness
Here the nation's strength rests
Amidst cankerworms and moth
Only for a seasonal celebration.
When next you journey here
On this field may you never return
For it is just another Alkedema!
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