Poet Never Dies Poem by Mfonobong Ituen

A poet never dies
for he dies to live again
in the aftermath of life ordeals
there sprout up a second soul
soul of lines, rhymes and words
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When flesh is gone and forgotten
the ever living voice of lines comes to be
to echo and re-echo
is it love? peace? justice? or life?
there the living poet dies to tell

Surly, what will be shall be
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for there lies our prowess
in stanzas and lines we live unto death
for there, we take solace abreast the yonder

We live to die
we die to live
isn't it great to become
Thanks to Jah for am a witness
will live to paint the lines on every wall at heart till eternity last.
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