To Your Dead Father
Ah! death the deceiver,
"come,lie,relax and
take a deep slumber",
with sweet lies,
death deceived your father,
from piles of wrapper
to his ghostly dormitory,
on a bed with earth as coverings.
let this musical notes be carried,
by the white dove bird,
along the hallowed path he ascend,
may be they will give him strength,
to fight his way back to us.
but he looks not back,
his soul is gone to hide,
from death,
from us
and above the sky.
Copyright © Ibrahim Clouds | Year Posted 2017
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