The Kinsman And Death - James O. Gaygay

It roves without guilt

And ceases breath charge

Dream betrays man’s quest —

The fulfilment of fortunes

Abreast to mortals met,

But he ought to be a stepping stone

For the trouble hearted

The world lost its beauty

In the sight of man at rest

And cried joy, for his foes

Jubilated his walk with life

In a fashion disguised

Even to those, his hostile Kinsman

He gave morsel and drink

His fortress celebrated him

At his lively feet and boast

Of the deeds of his hands,

But man have queried the

Power of humanity himself

Man’s hands saw no shortage

They touch not only his house,

But the houses between every

Shoulder blades in his reach

Man have queried the

Power of humanity himself,

Because the world see not

The glory of his hands in his days

At his demise, accolades rain

From the mouth of his foes

Nothing vice that was said was said,

But he fulfilled his desires

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James O. Gaygay (21st century) Liberia

Source: The Kalahari Review