A Place Were Men Go Aftward Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

There is a place where all men go afterward
When the clarion call comes calling
The disdain fell and pride lay low

The communist now become a column of dust
A true socialite yet a fragment of thoughts
If only men know what comes afterward
They will have merry with the lowly
And celebrate Easter in downtown

Yesterday he took a deep seizure
Closed his eyes for the messengers to come
Surely a blissful end awaits him, he thought

Today he woke up in flames
Surrounded by maggots and wailing souls
Unable to look beyond this void
Atlas! immortality has arrived
Only to be paid in the currency of a mortal life well spent