Kipkirui Mitey Poet Dramatic Verse

Dead Is Speaking

Whist! Enough of your insolence! 
The dead have spoken
Has refused her casket even in presence
of high priests ready to present the token

 Token to appease the deceased 
To lessen her mammoth of rage
And for the impending peril ceased
'cause no one is ready to pay sin's wage

But the kindred continue to anger
Bob, the younger son is called
As the mourners sensed danger
He knelt and begged

Corpse agreed to enter the casket
Hearse roared his way to funeral home 
through the busy Rongo market 
Tires burst! Where's Jerome? 

He needs to speak to his dead mother
Hastily he rushed to her coffin 
Mumbled something like his brother 
And winked back to his cousin

Seemed another carriage ought to be brought
To finally carry the deceased to final resting
Where the clan will engage in deep thought
Because no room for time wasting

Those who behold the body
said it bite it's lips and point index finger
At the burial the mourners assemble at the lobby
None allowed to view the body so they linger

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