© Akinwale Peace
I prithee night.
When the sky smile and the moon weep:
When the soil moan as the blood seeps,
When the grave smile and the clay weeps;
When the atmosphere spreads sad needs,
When the sky smile and the moon weep.
The moon is crying, who'll appease?
The sun stretched itself on the sea;
The moon attacked in anger seen-
The day turned night and day, they weep
for the loss clay as the blood seeps.
Hot hell smile
and I cry:
When souls die
and death smile
Let corpse fight!
Eye for eye:
Death come nigh
Your end nigh;
I prithee night:
Let corpse fight!
"words from the innocent mind"
Philip Peace
© Great Intellects'
I heard of the death of some people in Akwa Ibom, the church collapsed at night and it hurt my flesh to the least of my bone, may their soul rest in peace.
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