MY LAST ELEGY

 MY LAST ELEGY           - Ogbenigho .A. Godstime

 

What worth a life? What could add life?

These tears drippings in me now

As been there when was alive

Foes never let finished work

Some stanza still remains

And topic not yet admitted

Of Chapters and Act so Scene forgotten

The plight my works faced

The ones I faced

Within me then the road

So I ascend bothered null

Of what to come, or what to now

These tears in me has been

Since independence and democracy

After then wore worst ware

To me the last supper is nice

For that world is filed up lies

I have know I will die

So I died

But one no known the die

The truth of me

A great man in disguise

No known of my hands 

Neither of the knowledge I organized

But weep not

I great man is gone

Gone with all future goods

Goods that would wrath out corruption

Corruption within us here

Here were the fruit of labour is stolen

Stolen across her to the western countries

Countries where they turned foreigners?

But weep not for you all must suffer more

Than the ten plague they cognates.

 

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