Poetry

Poem: On My Deathbed

By: Adesina Idris

Deathbed

My death is near
It is sure and certain
That out of this bed
I shall not get!

But
A lot I have to say
Yet
I say so little!

The world I met
In peace
But the world
I strove
To leave in peace!

Peace I see not
As I am departing
Chaos!
War!
Trouble!
Turmoil!
Upheaval!
Hypocrisy!
Fights!
Duels!
Lies!
Deceit!
Crime!
All ending in death untimely!

Poverty!
Revolution!
Suffering!
Cheating!
Castigation!
Mudslinging!
All around the world!

Them I grew in
And they I am leaving
Behind!

I have done mine best
And I am expired!
Tired!
Wasted!
Spent!
Used!
Hence I am going!

But
Cry not for me!
Shed not blood for me!
Nor weep for me!

Rather
Squeeze your best
And make the world
Better than this!
Than I left it…

And
The man died…

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