His own grave

Poem: HIS OWN GRAVE by Moshood Oluwadamilare Idris (Earl)

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Poem: HIS OWN GRAVE by Moshood Oluwadamilare Idris (Earl)

in the dead of the night,
Jack died last night and I know how,
How he died I know of,
So let me not hear you say
He was fed upon by some ancient witches
With curved claws and carnivorous teeth,
Or that he was struck down by the poisoned arrow
Of a brutal sharp shooter…

In the dead of the night,
The angel of death with his icy hands
Grabbed Jack by the throat
After they have been dinning and wining
Together for so long.
So let me not hear you say
He was stabbed by a treacherous backstabber,
Or that he was bitten by a malicious green snake….

His own grave

His own grave, he dug….

In the icy hands of the angel of death,
Jack breathed his last.
A crony of Jack’s the dreaded emissary had been
Ever since he made himself his own doctor,
And gobbled drugs behind the expert’s back.
So let me not hear you say
That Jack was ended by “Destiny”
For this I know for sure:
He claimed his fate from the Mighty Hands
And his own grave he dug.

Earl ✒ 20/2/19

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About The Author
Let's build our time crooner, his own grave, Earl.

The Author, Moshood Idris (Earl).

Moshood Damilare Idris is a Nigerian from Lagos state. He is
a fantastic and dynamic upcoming writer in the house of poetry. He has written numerous write ups and articles.

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Poem: HIS OWN GRAVE by Moshood Oluwadamilare Idris (Earl)

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