Comrades of Death - By Olaniyi Abdulwaheed
dear comrades of death
years, your service in
the palace of terror
has squashed the soul of
the nation
the solo tune of your
bombs
excellently plucked the
souls of loved ones
from the tree of
life—you
perched the living in the
pouch of temptation
dear comrades of death
since crunching the souls
is only passport to heaven
since genocide gives glee
to your solitude peace
Since scorching your
ocean is only goal of our mission
Why run from death is the
anthem of your existence?
dear comrades of death
if death is proud to be
deathless
relish on earth like
creator of creatures
fetching tears from the
eyes of every soul,
if from earth all souls
exit
Nature needs not to be
somber
Since death only lives on
the living
Where is death after
life?
mere comrades of death…
relish not on the scores
you sent in exile
rely not on death living
only on beings
forget not the twilight
of life that digs drenches on your cheeks,
Quite a furnished chamber,
the Grave,
There you’ll later lie
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