The Peacemaker Called Kofi

By Jennifersoter Ezewi I heard them call Kofi When my sugar turned coffee At the presence of a thing Called coffin. I know the living Kofi Who doesn't come late But is now late at the Expense of a call called death. The peace movement resound Kofi Who couldn't respond from a coffin But his legacy resound peace That could not be bound. Here is Kofi Whose presence bespeak peace But the day announced requiem As nations sounds plaintive. Goodbye Kofi, Africa will always remember That you united nations Before your exit.

Request permission to use this poem

Written by

jennifersoter-ezewi

For You?

Explore

Hello PoetryVoting

Write