Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Home of all mortals
Devoid of class,
Religion and ethnicity,
No gender bias.
Here lies greatness
Of men and women:
Intellects untapped,
Books and songs
Unwritten and unheard.
Home of all races;
White, coloured and black,
Share the same bed,
All the struggles and hustles
end here.
On a daily basis
People go there,
Some forced by man or nature
To rest in piece or peace.
On this bed,
Many have wished
To undo the evils,
That lived after them.
Their earthly doings
Will decide their fate
Deeds, the only entry ticket,
To either heaven or hell.
- Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 11th, 2024 03:43
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on the end of man. Death is indeed the end of every man. Both the rich and the poor share the same grave yard. Death ends class struggles. And after death lies judegment.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 11
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