okoye charles - A Walk Through the Cemetry

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 stood 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 final resting place
.

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

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

okoye charles

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