Victor Epie'Ngome (Culled from The Sun)
BB, you must have known
That the requiem was at hand -
Yours before the Kaiser's -
So you sang with haste
Both psalm and antiphon
While the congregation yawned
Which now sings dies irae
You must have sensed your parting
With this material world
And so set your heart
Above its gossamer trappings
And upon the imperishable
It will echo on
Your laugh of derision
At them whose illusory living
Is but bare existence -
Belching opulence notwithstanding
It will reverberate till tomorrow
The loud report
Of your Kalashnikov voice
Rattling home hard truths
To ears that that would fain be lulled
With blandishment and platitudes
You go in the flesh -
T'was but a matter of time -
But you stay in the spirit
Of your shared knowledge -
Your enduring wealth
In a lifetime of deprivation
Death, thou art disgraced.
The Obasinjom warrior had long seen
Beyond your fearsome mask
And called your bluff
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