A WALK THROUGH THE CEMETERY

Posted: September 21, 2013 in Poetry

by Okoye Chukwudi Charles Ezeamalukwuo

Whose homes are these, they never say
Both big and small, here they all lay
Among the gnawing rodent and the hungry tick
Ticking while the lonesome time dawdles away.

I stand in admiration for this silent race
Sleeping in peace, while flowers sprout in grace
Undisturbed by hate, or jealousy, or greed
For each man knows his role, his final resting place.

Amid the solitude, I a hibiscus pick
Its red petals are gentle, lovely and thick
Outside, the deflowered world awaits
It’s so withered, so appalling, so sick.

A walk through the cemetery, envying the peace
Its real how sheep and wolf both lay in peace
A walk through the cemetery, where all struggle cease
Its real how sheep and wolf both lay in peace .

Lyriversity — Liberty of Creativity

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