A Tribute To Maya Angelou “her Sun Went Down” Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Maya Angelou’s day went down

The news came through the glance of the eye
All Averse to feel it’s astound
The great American and stalwart writer and the legendary poet
A woman, a phenomenally phenomenal woman
Her sun went down, is down
The world is and American people are beset with gloom

All the corners of the world and that of America
Felt the dark cloud, all shattered like the broken glass.
Maya Angelou’s day went down, is down

She kept quit and quit for the last time and she never said a word
In that tranquility she said, she heard God’s voice.
The world and US people stand dumfounded
As her eyelids take a final close and never open again.
She took a nap and her pan fallen on the ground
Nothing was written again and she never woke up.
Maya Angelou’s day went down.

Her poetic spirit went free, free from the malady of the flesh
Maya Angelue spirit is free like that of the bird in the sky
Like dust, her spirit raised above clouds and stars
In that quietude she is speaking to her God

Maya Angeluo’s sun went down
Slowly setting, is down.