Suicide Note Poem by Kenneth Umunna

With love for death his notes portray
And hate for life his notes relay
For once he never voiced a thank
Or else his love for life will flank

His note a tale, a sordid tale
Of hopeless themes so still and stale
A waste of time his struggles show
His sword now dust will never glow

His blood on earth a stink of shame
We wish he also thought the same
He goes with hope to find a rest
But misery pills becomes his best

In him will history find a foe
A coward who did detest the hoe
For us who never cease to sow
Our seeds will history make to grow