"Song of the Dead"
Before I died
you could have wept
my blight to the world;
but you did nothing;
and now you shake the hills
with echoes of your wails.
Before I died
you could have penned
my plight to the world;
but you did nothing;
and now, in grief,
you stir a flood with your nib.
Before I died
you could have sought
a cure for my illness;
but you did nothing;
and now you buy me
an eye-catching casket.
Before I died
you could have clad my body
against cold and shame;
but you did nothing;
and now you dress
my dust in silk.
Before I died
you could have fed me
crumbs of yours;
but you did nothing;
and now you serve
a market of mourners.
In memoir,
You tell the guests
I'm the kindest
loveliest, greatest.
Now that I'm gone.
Truly yours,
P. S: Africans (Esp. Nigerians) prefer spending huge sums of money on burial rites (befitting burial or last respect, as some may choose to call it) other than take care of the person while he/she is alive.
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