A Funeral Note Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

A Funeral Note



Life on a lonely pillow,
With the thoughts of the morrow to sleep at last;
However, not a drum was heard at his funeral.
Muse!
Of a funeral note;
Darkly as the dead of the night,
But, its deep heart is full of dead men bones.

Fruits!
Like the flowers of that garden say it all;
Of error, ignorance and strife! !
And like the barbarians at Play.
Muse!
Where does the earth takes the dead to?

Of error, ignorance and strife!
And like a corpse within the grave;
Muse!
Where does the earth takes the dead to?
Death!
Ready for the earth to swallow it.
Hear and hail!
Wear and wail;
Like the earth's decaying leaves,
Where, ife's lonely pillow shares the funeral note.

Muse!
To all the overgrown sons;
Life!
To all the overgrown daughters;
But, with flowers and azure moss.
Love!
The impulse of my strength is like,
The Atlantic level with the powers at sea.

Life!
With eyes dim and heavy;
Uncontrollable!
With mourners and sad Songs.
Muse!
Broken with remorse like that orbed maid;
But, where the morning star shines upon the dead.

Life!
With the thoughts of mankind to die so easily;
But, the life of a lovely place today reminds no one of the dead gone.
Fruits!
Very sweet with the mind of peace;
But, try to rejoice with the name of love and,
Live in unity with one another on this earth before one goes to the grave.

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