A Heroes Burial At A Tiny Village

From the podium,
All this seems like a delirium
The theme in them
The location holy to them

If you don’t understand the lingo,
Then don’t go.
Stay. Listen,
They saying his works is his den;
Not the tomb he lays

A native son,
Has go to the Sun
But his tempo;
Still ‘hapo’

The funeral, a parade;
All chanting he wont fade

In their hymns
And rhymes

All cheers
From the front to the rear.

poem by John Wake
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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