Ikoi

A dirge to my role model at college, a fallen teacher, Beatrice Ikoi.

Death, you have done it once again

A gate-crasher who will not refrain

From a brute choice so tactless

Ill-timed to render us cheerless

Smashing in to spoil the party

By snatching from our midst a beauty

She was born a teacher

To make our clan richer

Your ugly, chilling hand

Has touched the adoration of our motherland

Emptying us of new-found pride

As we firm ahead stride

You have just chipped away at our number

Carving a sculpture so somber

Asleep has she fallen

Leaving our hearts all broken

Friends, desert speech

And your deep grief preach

Roll you drums of our frenzy and spirit

Down the plains to spread the message of her merit

To the mellowed elders

In charge of our folders

Rally their suppliant tears

To bathe her handful years

In the waters of our communion

And dress her for reunion

Reviews

[Poetic Justice]

a touching ode.. solid flow and good use of descriptive language.

[Joseph Eluzai]

Thanks alot, Poetic Justice.