David Snr. Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

All the hooting owls must be banished
Away from all our sight.
How shall I suppose to smile
Again, like we wove we two.
The Night has come soon
I presume must be Rumor
But the Sun's very Noon
Proves the Truth true.
Just as a silent comet
Lula's hero falls asleep.
Coldness freezes my heart,
And I detest it stoutheartedly.
This Fever;
Whence does such birth?
That Death scrambles for,
Taking away the only treasure
Away from the Immortal's mission.
Senior! If you must go—
Then heed not forth
Away with our happiness:
And I do know,
We are
For you were
With we within heart
Standing on
This pedagogical faith.