Things fall apart
And center can not hold
Inevitable pistol must
have hit him
Thereby makes his
dialectic arms to fold
No healthier life wish to die
Yes we all shall swallow death
This world accepts us as traders
We must return home through our death.
Stolen by wit and historian's library
Moved by words and all his beautiful paint
Of world, war, society and its rule
As though he knows when he will seize to faint.
There is less trouble of this world when dies
Let who seeks lasting star hear.
Way to fruitful life is widely narrow
So let who seeks it all stays clear.
Dedicated to Nigeria
Prof. Chinua Achebe,
who died on 21st March,