A tribute to the conspirator of my birth.
Day of dust
Lights out in Pennsylvania
Faded and gone
Like a shadow at dawn
A ghost you came
A ghost you became
A ghost you remain
My Father
I Cried
Not because i lost you
But because i never had you
You didn't sing long enough
To hear me sing
You didn't shine long enough
To watch me shine
You didn't right the wrong
You wronged the right
After thirty four years
Brief my tears
Grief my share
I admired your brain
But it brought me pain
Peers hailed your intellect
But it caused me neglect
How nice my dear Father
How nice with two bullets
To take two lives
You never created
As you and your third wife!
Journey into the beyond
Remember...
I will remember you
For leaving
Seven deep holes in me
Adieu!
Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2010-09-02 at 13:28
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STRUGGLE CONTINUES : His last words
Sixteen AugustDay of dust
Lights out in Pennsylvania
Faded and gone
Like a shadow at dawn
A ghost you came
A ghost you became
A ghost you remain
My Father
I Cried
Not because i lost you
But because i never had you
You didn't sing long enough
To hear me sing
You didn't shine long enough
To watch me shine
You didn't right the wrong
You wronged the right
After thirty four years
Brief my tears
Grief my share
I admired your brain
But it brought me pain
Peers hailed your intellect
But it caused me neglect
How nice my dear Father
How nice with two bullets
To take two lives
You never created
As you and your third wife!
Journey into the beyond
Remember...
I will remember you
For leaving
Seven deep holes in me
Adieu!
Poetry by chuma okafor
Read 671 times
Written on 2010-09-02 at 13:28
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