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AFTER HIS FUNERAL
(A continuation of 'HIS FUNERAL' by Pendragon)
You could cut the grief in the air with a knife,
A bad day! The devil collected water to drink from the well the tears of the mourner cascaded.
Few minutes away, everyone had
something on their plates to deal with, their knifes left the grief in the air for
the rice n' chicken on the table.
It was a celebration of life, his, but the band left his name out of the praises they sang.
The money that couldn't help pay his debts became mascara on the face of the afro-juju legend.
Maybe if the family had fought for his life
like they're fighting for plates of àmàlà,
just maybe, he wouldn't have gone too soon.
— Can you see the face of the world?
Everyone played their part well of the
mourning charade,
now life goes on like he never left.
T'ẹní kú ló gbé!
© The Dhramatikpen
# #the365writingmarathon
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You could cut the grief in the air with a knife,
A bad day! The devil collected water to drink from the well the tears of the mourner cascaded.
Few minutes away, everyone had
something on their plates to deal with, their knifes left the grief in the air for
the rice n' chicken on the table.
It was a celebration of life, his, but the band left his name out of the praises they sang.
The money that couldn't help pay his debts became mascara on the face of the afro-juju legend.
Maybe if the family had fought for his life
like they're fighting for plates of àmàlà,
just maybe, he wouldn't have gone too soon.
— Can you see the face of the world?
Everyone played their part well of the
mourning charade,
now life goes on like he never left.
T'ẹní kú ló gbé!
© The Dhramatikpen
# #the365writingmarathon
341/365
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