When I Died Poem by Tosin Abegunde

My death, oh sweet death
A journey to a new breath
Where fantasy erodes pain
To ignite an eternal fire of reign.

While alive i was gaged
Sealed on the mouth and draged
Fed with phobia of consequence
To dance on rythmical sequence.

Very sour and salty
Nice but faulty
A sore on the feet
Which impedes free pace for feat.

In the cause
Heavily i curse
Men in the plot
That arreange the slot.

What a home settled on bed
With indications written in red
Flowing from neck to book
Like a a flood like brook.

Genesis of my existence relieves
And advent of interloper deceives
This propels the crusade for death
But it is not time to lay wreath.

Sooner, on womans lap a reason
Changing the atmospheric season
A treason totally frozen
For the rebirth of felony in dozen.

After the high order
One looks one another
A burial is arranged en mass
At forthnight to christmas.

A new yam canvasses a festival
Celebrating the dead in carnival
This is a mere obituary
Coloured like a statutory.

Now in death, i command
Discharging series of contraband
Uprising becomes my peace
And all whole lay in piece.

Hegemony counts betrayals
Ranging in the order of judas
Knowing all our love and tears
Determined by the spining coins.

In this sheol i see
Generations like sea
Muffled in lake of tears
But are just a fragmnet like tares.

The living, the dead
Two parralel friends like foe
Time makes the end to meet
When you will be like me.