The Funeral


funeral drums

We have come to mourn,
Many, like the teeth of corn,
We have been apart torn,
Coming here this morn.
In clothes never worn,
We have come to mourn.

In colors of the rainbow,
Our culture is no more
Traditions are a bore
And longer at the core.
Rainbow is the new black,
Laughter to bid farewell.

I have come to mourn
Unlike you who choose
To seek one to moan
After a funeral celebration
For a life well lived.
Though we cared not when you sought us
Yet to bid au revoir,
We are here.

Dirges are played
Few tears water the earth
Merriment for a new beginning
Footsteps pound the earth
Unto each his own
Unto each their story.
One day it said
We will meet again.

(c) 030617 KwasiNtemMensah


Published by: #SILENTNOISES

I am a social advocate with a biased focus on empowering Fathers to be role models for not only their children but all children. I also love to write reflecting articles and poems on social issues. I am married with a wonderful and loving wife with whom I have three lovely children.


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