You beat the drums of sorrow.
You strum the guitars of sadness.
You merrily hum the songs of mourning
You play the pianos of depression
You blow the trumpets of sickness
You serve as the DJ to the club of dead bodies..
You are the only gateman to the grave..
You pay yourself.. nobody works for you.
You lay the bed to rest in peace with no pity..
What pain you bring!
Y'all flirt with mother - earth in the death bed
And when she has had enough of you
She lays you to rest in the stone - bed.
Why blame death for the ceisure of breath?
Why do you all curse the day of birth
Whenever the wreath of death
Wrestles the oceans of your breath out of your nostrils?
Y'all lament
Because you don't understand that life is the valley of the shadow of death.
©Daramola tolulope Nancy and Emmanuel adefisayo.
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