Class Poem by Ugochukwu Aneke

With pure alluvial, I'll pay a price -
To the cemetery ferry-man -
To lead me to the vast catacomb
Where even the gabbiest are dumb
The dejected, rejected & crippled can stand
There, all bed is same size.

I stood to behold multitude vaults
And noticed a cheap tomb by the corner
I bent, dusted the stone, and it wrote -
"Only now thou may rest", a noted note
Is there a good reason, mourner -
That corpse at graveyard cast lots?

Another, just like Moses' mount Horeb's stone
Saith, "no pain nor grief, shall reach thou, sleep".
For sure that's an underclass that had not
His cursed name not listed in any earth event
As he not by chance was a prince ere the destiny trip
But treated alike now is he, with he that sat on the throne.

And I met a majestic mausoleum
It wrote, "If I could do it again, I'd not change a thing"
Like they knew not, but now they know.
Wealth tends to the weak, control
Why had you treat others like a thing?
But surely God keeps very well our soul.

God made equal the last create
But the humans that left Eden -
Carved out fiend kings and Royal slaves -
And gave filthy little titles to names.
Best Epitaph's says, "the world's richer as thou lived", in the time when -
Tombstones bore same sizes as grave feet.