Death-Mass Poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen

Barnabas Markus Atsen

Barnabas Markus Atsen

Lamingo. Jos-north L. G. C. of plateau state, Nigeria

Death-Mass



Oh death! Thou art a murderer!
Thou have killed my maternal mother;
Thou have killed my father's mother
And left my father's - father's fate in the hands of faithful grief.
Oh death! Thou shall surely die!
I would be the first face at thy funeral;
singing a joyous, rhythmic hymn, singing a melody of voiceless valediction
And clapping my hearty hands to thy slayer.
Oh death! Thy stregnth shall soon sleep!
I would be the ministering Pope
Burning thy burial-mass incense;
i would preach a homily of victory
Ovee thee that thought would not die.

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Barnabas Markus Atsen

Barnabas Markus Atsen

Lamingo. Jos-north L. G. C. of plateau state, Nigeria
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