When The Time Comes Poem by Ibrahim Bashir Onakpa

Yeah! When the time comes,
And the mouth will be forced to cough, Will the mind and flesh become tough? Will anyone be given chances to live more?

When the time comes,
The powerful will become powerless, And the mannerless will become voiceless. Shall the talkative become inactive? And the garrulous stares with no focus.

Wait! When the time comes,
Will the riches buy additional time? Oh! Does it mean it is a crime? No! God doesn't take a bribe.

When the time comes,
Will the beauty stop the cessation? Will the handsome stop extinction?

When the time comes,
Will the poor be spared to enjoy for a while? Will the infant be left till they reach age 9? Maza-Maza, tomorrow may be yours or mine.

When the time comes,
What will be the last song on your lips? What will you deliver in the sudden trip? With tears on the face like one in the brim, and to love ones seeming like a dream. Hmmm! Hmmm! ! When the time comes.

When the time comes,
The porch will shirk,
The brain will sink, and
Life itself will be seized.