STANDING
BY THE GRAVE SITE
It has been over thirteen years now
I couldn’t resist the obligation then
A son been obligation to be there
Dust to dust for a man I looked up to
Last week I was again obligated
To strand beside a friend in grief
Earth to earth to a brother so loved
The song of weeping filled the air
Standing by the grave site
Once again am faced with reality
A reality I live with but not by
Soldiers we have lost along the way
Very soon I’ll come visit you in at school
Was the last word he said to me
But never kept those word to me
Much later I was called to cast earth on him
Timothy was yet another good soldier
He never looked like he was go early
He always planned to travel abroad
But a place broader took hold of him
Tell Kikelomo that I still don’t understand
You gave everything to be one of the best
The best my department produced in 2004
Died a day after you collected your result
I was the last to see Banjo that night
He came by the office to get his sweater
On that cold night but never returned
My heart bled so much when I was told
Reminiscing, tears in my eyes and my heart
As I write these lines without poetic mastery
The list goes on but at this point says no more
Rest in peace Dubeim Sunre O!
Oluwole
Ayinla (Mc.Smatt). January, 2012
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