Time To Tell Poem by Arthur Alexandra Apeh

Poem
Title: Time to tell.
Poet: Arthur Apeh Alexandra Ojima

Time to tell the tales of thy death has come.
Don't worry, I will tell the bible, the chock,
The wing, the spinner, the books, the peppers,
The world round, the guns, the big car of empty lies
And the flower, that you are sick and I know you will die.
Adieu!

Time to tell,
it's time to tell the flyer to fly thee to India for surgery?
If am not selfish to keep my money and wish you dead
In favor of thy reliever, or should I call doctor morawo of de-vine hospital?
But, I want thee dead; not with me, neither my love ones but,
Go with all sigh of problem.
In fact, let me fast to be fat like fatima,
And if I shine tomorrow, thy grave shall be abandon.
Adieu!

It time to tell the tale of thy death to the teacher I teach how to taught of thy death.
You are seriously sick, the blind, the deaf and the lame are feeling thee,
With a praises of seeing thy grave dig in time......