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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