A Poem By Tunde Odubanwo
Across the seas of men exists an Atlantis of bliss
Where nights and day as one commune in tombstones.
Beneath the feet is the stealthy dust –an oath of interminable end
For the hallowed citizens of this world. en pace!
Say a little prayer, oh! My dear soul
Say this prayer once more, for mortality is an evanescent journey.
My soul shall find peace still, here I stand, in the courtyard of solitude
The Seraphs visit today with timbrels, and glorious harmony – peace!
From the worlds unknown blast choruses, the greens wave Hosanna.
Listen to the tender voice of the wind, its echoes fill the void.
Breathe to life – all men shall die, yet live in mind:
For as in mortal existence, we’ll meet at the crossroads.
Weep for a while, for the sun shall be lighthouse of a new day.
Hold these words ever true close to the heart.
The Labyrinth greened with flourishing nature, a festoon of pride
Here at the Island, like the tale of Atlantis: equality is supreme.Who knows what the next hour brings- a mystery wrapped in finest silhouette?
Saved from the pains of terrain, this terrain is sinless and comforting.
Hearse crocking, pall bearers reeling, throng mourning;
Dust for dust: the last passage of rite and tears bid a final farewell
As stillerman returns to mother earth, not even decades can blot the sorrows.
Who knows what this minute may hold?
Just for a second of tribute, a minute of retrospection, hours of mediation
Say a little prayer, my dear soul at the graveside of the dead.
