Sonnet Vii (Amn'T Gone) Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Let maters care for their grizzling bairn,
And the dead bury their dead head
If be man that slay me to eye-watering cairn;
Gouge no eye for eye, yet wish him no ill instead
When not every deads has but earthy graves,
Some were throttled, with rancours, cruel loathings;
Many a man not foiled nor dead of warwaves,
Yet whom right halberd avenges those blood-floatings
That bails injured souls from their unseen anguish,
They are villein praying for shadows of dusk,
Or weary slave snoozing for a vim-replenish;
For i am like them, Nothing but dry useless husk
Am good as not grass, worms or crawls of earth,
Let heaven judge men, evils, deeds and death