Death Came Funny Poem by Blessing Asake

who is the luck man
when dim came for a visit
what a great lost we say when we
lost a warrior.

why will this come so soon
an escape from this wicked world,
who painted the soul,
the dim never see the rich nor the poor
we all sit in the same cage
.
a man will call God,
when he is at the point of dim,
a painful path an echo from the peaceful world.

we make a day out of pain,
now it's time for an ambush,
I'm acting toward one,
death came funny.