The Great Mortal Death

February 9, 2016 February 13, 2018

The Great Mortal Death short poem

Uploaded by Uche Daniel Oluwaseun


oh ye death,you ocean of death
roll away, please, roll
oh ye abyss,
fly away from us

millions of souls in thee
are buried, sleeping
until the sound of trumpet
sounds

when you strike
faces are painted with sorrow
beauty burnt by tears
and the flames’ fire burned

your torture holds great
men in unspeakable groan
your tide swallows common
people and many a captain

oh death, that detains the old
and the young inside you are
men and woman
sleeping too deep to be woken up

silence envelope the room
the days seem to be murmured
the little breeze zip the days
and all we have seems to be lost

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