Burying His Own Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

And he talked naughty all the while
Moving all along from town to village
Far from the richest country to our own
With him the lifeless person on shoulders
People advised him to talk with intelligence
Than crossing words to pest them
He said he will bury his own person
Even if people won't

So there he goes
Moving lane to lane
With him the corpse
A thing so unspeakable since years
The whole world has come to witness and judge
And the whole street is in a mess
There he goes causing all noise
The countrymen are in composed silence
Witnessing his innovative teachings
Here he comes to bury his own

He drops not a tear
And look!
He has hired people to weep on his behalf
Counts it not a loss
He is not sorrowed
He says it's not the beginning rather the end
To bury his own people
And he will bury his own
O my country!