In A Graveyard Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Curse of the Devil
in darkness of a graveyard
tombstones do not lie
ghosts will walk in the night
reading names of friends
and foes alike
in marbled italic inscriptions
how they will guffaw
at the memory
in eulogizing joy
pointing a witch's wand
at some Mc Coy Donald guy
but cry in rivulet woes
for a child washed ashore
from the Mediterranean sea
and that Syrian mother refugee
that ached for freedom
now set free for eternity
and soldier-boy shot down
in rough terrains in Afghanistan
an old man dressed in khurta and dhoti
aged beyond a century
some ghosts will be silent
like the graves that be
but welcome us all
as the night awaits for you
and for me.