Coffin
Built with the measurement of The Alive
For those once here but no longer thrive;
One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment
And it was some lavish entertainment!
In the past, bamboos strung into a box
For some innocent guy or consummate fox!
A wiring round it of raffia fiber
It’s eventual occupier, The Subscriber…
Easily costs more than other carpentry,
Often hesitantly purchased by The Peasantry:
Usually, when seller has jacked up the price,
From the bereaved buyer wanting to gain thrice,
…Because now he’s still choking with grief
Preferably wanting bargains to be brief…
In recent times, no longer feared
Not by even the kids now reared,
Many of it on commercial display
Seeming a big toy for a little play.
Rolls tears down cheeks only in tragic context
And only then, a sorrowful river shorn of pretext
Authentic scenes of on lookers Mortification,
As, it buoys a man of peculiar qualification
Or that of lower integrity
Who had spent a fortune on his infirmity…
Now more than ever a political tool,
Supposedly delivering popular opinion pool;
Easily foreshadowing the disgrace of a rival party
And it’s members advising to stop feeling hearty,
The customary motive, Electoral comedy
Still sometimes unleashing evils defying remedy.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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