Adieu Papa
The Brave Lion has be deprived the pride of His bride in the jungle of life.
The Mighty Tree has been hewned down by the dreeded wind of death.
Night has swallowed morning in the broad day light.
Darkness has hollowed light in the noon day harshness.
The white sheep of the family has been stained by the dirt of death.
The Papa of the house has been poisened by the serpent of death.
The Mighty Elephant has fallen at the might of death.
The Father Whale has left the shores of life to the sore land beyond.
The journey of life has been shortened by the castle of death.
The Burden Bearer has been denied his load by the rabble of death.
I know it is a journey of no return,
but live well with the glorious beings.
When you get to the road full of loads,
Salute the dwellers of the road and there drop your load.
The heat of the one who brought me into this world, and made me who l am.
Your thought will forever remain green in my memory.
Oh! Death!
Is it because you have no Pride (father) that you deprived me of my Pride?
Tell me.
Is it because you have no Bride that you denied father the Pride of his Bride?
Oh! Father!
Will you ever come back to enjoy the Pride of your Bride?
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@ValentineMbagu
Note:
This poem is written in honor of my late father.
My Pride.
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