Elegy On The Grave Side Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

gone but never forgotten
was your voice so loud and
long, but you have won and
gone home, wondering in
silence of our forefathers,

the time he stands like the
great tree was tremendous,
when the songs of jozor was
sand high, but now the king
has faded, and fallen in battle

in the hand of an inevitable
enemy, and jozors song was sang
no more, the few streams in my
eyes is now the flowing river,
even the skies wept, and wail to

honor you, for those who dare
not boast, and beat their chest,
in his presence, has don so as
men, what a great lost of
ornament, like troy in one night

now i crave for your caring
bosom, but its not there, who
tells the fairy tales you told
us last, who tells your story
of a hero, who tells it better,

why then do we born, and to
burn our death, like the heathen
kings of old? and what is more,
if not that men have grown, and
die like the wheat's,

and weed, and weathered
away, as if they have
never grown,
may the native return to
its home land, adieu