Painful Exodus Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi

The wind whirls, the earth whines in slough of despair.
And the sky's smile has been dethroned,
Fogs and gloomy cloud rulling!
The sun, the moon, the stars -all shrouded in this darkness..
Heaven losts her cheerfulness, the world her repose.
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A plenitude of grief overwhelmes the kingdom.
Tears out of home trundle in sheer boredom.
Every mug shuts its gate against beam and animation.
And the market square takes on a forlon garment.
Though it seems like heaven will soon cry
But the trees know the solemnities is beyond the expection of rain-
They join in the motionless sulleness.
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Oh, in our bleak hope; the futility of mourning,
We plea' thee whose bosom is every soul's craving at rest-
Relieve the thorns in every bereaveds' heart,
And let heaven to affirm the quest of the departed souls.