Grave Yard

Don't be proud at me
Comfort grave
Alas...!
Be gentle and calm
Truly!
If thou art my ancestors
Altar of worship
Please look upon their praise
Never lean on that usage
All me thine;
In thee shall pension haves
Never call crusade on us call
For thy diplomatic syringe is robust
Whose confide in thine?
Anonymity not parochial
Ain't got nothing for man
Be very mindset
Please!
Always call on caution
Give to us our regards
And have us...
Peace prostrate coexistence
After all!
We shall still
Come into thy estate
To have a definite bungalow

poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
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