Sleep Well Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Oh night!
I thought you come after morning?
A real blackman you are
Clothed in a black overall
With the sword of death

On night!
You make the earth shudder with fright
Your fierce face scares away good
You have struck again
Like the failing of the curtain in a play

Within just a short period
He was gone. Gone forever
Our Dearest is gone
That we later discovered
A very sad discovery

In our world
We don't ask why
We just give Thanks
For a hair strand we cannot create
And the Creator we cannot question

Now that we are here
We give nothing but thanks
HE alone knoweth all
Surely your epitaph shall read
"For a life of service"
To the glory of God

Your name is ever engraved
In our gentle hearts
As you rest finally
From all the hassles of life
Sleep well beloved
Afterall, it is the final abode!