A Mawkish Poem
1
When we laugh, we laugh
For the benefit of the dead
When we cry, we cry
For the benefit of the living
When we cough, we cough
To purge our souls, to get rid
Of waste and decay
We desire to make a living.
2
When we travel, we travel
On the road of the dead
When we live, we live
Because we know we will die
None to save us from the devil
Or launch us into another world
Or take away our believe
In life and death, or break the tie.
3
Like the season that comes and goes
Like the day and night
When we live, we live
Ignorant of where we are headed
There is no one that knows
The guessers have not guessed right
Those that believe only believe
Not because of love, for they are afraid
4
There is in every man something
That longs for immortality
And light that yearns for darkness
While his music is still on
His is a language that means nothing
His humanity is his sole patrimony
That derides him of anything bliss
That soon and wretched he is gone.
poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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