Dirge For Wicked Men Poem by ChiMark Sunlight Ndubuisih

I would not sing songs
That would hurt ye so sudden
Because thy fold is strong
Like the armies in war field
But power belongs to God alone
Who created all the breathing.


I would sing not hymning songs
That may cease thy ease
Oh my stone-hearted men!
Who is like unto thee a sinner
Thy making would free the pain
When the merciful cover is worn
Out like material fibres we wear on.


I remember I sang lyrics for the dead!
And they stood up wanting to come back
My songs are so soft bitter and lifesaving
If the ears are daring to hear the tones
But even the rock is on the way coming
I fear the winding firing eruption coming
Ah........eh! brother men I fear the visitor.


Do remember me no more when thunder
Shall strike the volcanic rock of the earth
When ye shall cry out scarce tears for me
As the coming is as merciless like your fold.