Category Archives: sad poems

NEVER MOURN AT MY FUNERAL

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Never mourn at my funeral
For I’m not dead but resting
On Abraham’s bosom
Waiting for the call of resurrection
Never mourn at my funeral
You who come in view to mourning
But in you, you’re here to mock
For my poetry exposes your deeds
Do my body what you wish
Please, let it be dismembered
To gratify your ruthless visit
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my leafy fame
With your toothless mouth of libel
And you who want my fish
To dive in a dry earth
Throw my carcass into a sea of your lot
Like where brother Jonah fell,
But it will be your endless shame
For I’ve seen beyond the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my Maker’s name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lost souls
In the forest of lust and doom
Wear them a garment of gospel
Before they lie low beside me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we’re all debtors of death
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi

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APOSTLES OF CORRUPTION

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Apostles of corruption are:
The electoral-herbalists!
Of our green-white land
Who steal our cowries of vote
To appease their political gods

Apostles of corruption are:
The newly elected apostles
Who have once preached to us
The gospel of sweetness
But later chameleon to be lies

Apostles of corruption are:
The priests and Imams who bow
Their consciences for coloured-papers
And nurse our national termites
With fasting and thunderous prayers

Apostles of corruption are:
The oiled mouths in parliament
Who read the epistles of foods
While their kinsmen at the root
Are dying of starving everyday

Apostles of corruption are:
Our foolish representatives
In the house of loot
Who speak stony vocabularies
While we hold class beneath trees

Apostles of corruption are:
The federal members
Who forced every student
To study their invented selfishness
In the universities of strike

Apostles of corruption are:
Those mice in black uniforms
And the kleptomaniac body
Who make friends with the rats
And the suckers of our national wealth

Apostles of corruption are:
I and you who refuse to go
Against injustice, lust, fraud,
And all other societal vices
In our respective domains

TO THE DYING CHURCHES

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My eyes covered the earth as the clouds
That lie flat above valleys and hills

All at once I saw men and their deeds,
In the churches, along the streets,

Some for me, others against my wish
My servants are trading me in the church

Chasing earthly fame that shall soon fade
Oh! My temples become where I can’t abide

For I am the Lord who sits not on defiled throne
I’m not in their churches,for I, they dethrone

Enthroning earthly styles on their altars
Preaching wealth, singing sin, gathering cars

They’ve forgotten the scars I bore on the cross
They’ve turned what should be my gain to loss

Instead, they put on the white aprons of ego
While them I died for, now in hell, others set to go

I’ll come to them again, pleading in their dreams
If they repent, I’ll lead them to my merciful stream

If they don’t, my silence to their sinful tale
Shall rage my wraths on them on the judgment day

     written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi