Memories

Written by: felix gbemudu

Great and weak men have existed
Sometimes their memories are bleak
Other times their memories live on
After the passing away of mortals
We only have memories left
Memories of their deeds
And the life they lived
Houses even cry when great men die
Inanimate objects often wear the toga of sadness when great men pass
There houses and places of abode weep too
The place of great men in the afterlife is great
Taking a glance at the wicked
They live wretchedly
And pass away like animals
People rejoice when they have gone
No one misses them 
The places where they once lived as homes 
Become desolate
Sometimes it becomes the abode of demented people
 Their descendants wear long drawn faces
For they immediately start reaping
What their fathers sowed
It is sad 
Very sad
Indeed sad
Weeping and wailing is so loud and great in their homes when they pass
For we know there is no peace for the wicked
Saith the Lord