At the church of all saints Singing glorious tunes Hymns and harmonious voices The father, an altar he stood in front His passing Life if an exited fellow Can we say something? Say to the saints The tears of many Words much but little An ovation so small Ashes to ashes Keeping nothing in your remembrance He once stood here A man like God He jouryned with the saints Wait a minute His family speaks Tell them He once stood here Only to stand no more Did he perish? Wait a minute Did he perish? I said speak He had no vision The mantle perished long ago Did he wait for the saints? No, the morning after I see a congregation Mourning a death of old Clap for her speech He perished like a sunken treasure Was he not a king? Did he perish? Oh! A glorious exit He perished like a sunken treasure
Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This peom tell the story of a man who died and a lot of him at his funeral didn't have a good thing to say about him. They didn't have any memorable thing to say about his existence on planet Earth.