HE DIED... [By Folashade Yusuph]

Here's new poem from a young poet, FOLASHADE YUSUPH; a Nigerian who writes with depth, passion and reflection.

HE DIED...

As wails rent the air
The message became very clear
Someone so cherished and dear
Has created a vacuum and adjusted his gear

Black becomes fashion
Mourning can no longer be sanctioned
North, South, East, West
Death smiles at yet another conquest
The very best of the very best
Has just failed mortals' toughest test

She becomes a widow
And gropes around like a shadow
They cannot comprehend
Why he couldn’t stay till d very end
Rules ought to sometimes bend, they say
This is obviously no more a play

But life must go on
Only now it becomes a tuneless song
Smiles become a luxury
And they have to depend on bursary

They become vulnerable
Like day-old chicks
And intolerable
Like half-baked bricks
Threatening to crumble at any moment
And if they had to make a sincere statement
It would be to have him back
I know
Because I was assigned the task...

By FOLASHADE YUSUPH