Nigerian Writer, Senator Ihenyen
DIRGE AT DAWN
...at the wake of dawn,
I hear cockcrows
and in the cradle where there are cries of life,
bitter memories are blossoming with the songs by the grave...
as these tears are
trickling
down my eyes,
writing the epitaph of the end
and as my heart throbs away like a dirge,
I know that where lies the cradle
lies the grave...
I hear cockcrows
and in the cradle where there are cries of life,
bitter memories are blossoming with the songs by the grave...
as these tears are
trickling
down my eyes,
writing the epitaph of the end
and as my heart throbs away like a dirge,
I know that where lies the cradle
lies the grave...
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DIRGE AT DAWN
DIRGE AT DAWN
