The Death I Dread
To be really dead is a death
So common to die
But it is most dreadful
For the man in the man to die.
I dread to die in life
It is terrible to die while alive
If you kill my conscience
The real man in the ram is dead.
Many men have been killed
And the rams are left to roam
More hunts are in anxious progress
And more rams are to be dumped to roam.
Don’t be the ram!
When a conscience is killed
The ram is like a toxic waste
Dumped in a koko side of a nation.
To become a toxic waste
Is to die a death
That would offend the dead
Who died the death.
Even those who die in life
Would ram the ram to deaf shambles –
Then is it not better to die the death
Than to die a death of the waste?
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009
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