I see their names carved in stone
on marble crosses with roots of bone
trees dripping with death and tears
bloodlines buried for a thousand years
perched for ever on this barren hill
obedient keepers of our Fathers' Will.
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Beautiful one on death, Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
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