The Last Words Of A Tyrant Poem by Ovie Olori

With imploring voice i fearfully plead
On my flesh should vultures feast
Let the farmished scavengers ravage
Pecking In an insistent manner
Ravenously, rapaciously, rapidly
Yes! My skin badly lacerated
Wounded and torn by greedy beaks
In bits and shreds my common be
Upon the hour of transition come
The hour when ingloriously i die
Set ablaze my earthly whole
Like the rejected burnt offering
Till of nothing but ash remains
And at the quench of the flame
A shroud quickly laid over
So mouths, held wide agape
Like witnesses of a ghastly accident
Shush!
Joyously spit and walk past by
For from the ashes i rose
And of ashes i return