Mr Piper Is Death

Today the piper is death, he left before now the sweet aroma of our belove model
The arches of our trumpet voices
Today the piper lay waste among garbage
The exit of this departed fellow
Smuggle among the flames only but a rubbles of roasted soya remain of he

Today the sensless crowd went so wild
Today the forest creatures roar in anger
Today they drove him across the sand
Today they deprive him of his flute
Today they mocked him to his ancestors
Today he was humble among the living

Today the nation mourn her piper
Today we scold through pains of exit
The talent lost through this ashes
Mothers lost to rivers of tears
Fathers remorse with pain of exit
For the door of justice still hang on air
The days of our number piper yet among all was his flameless fate

poem by Onoja Anthony
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