THE LIVING VOICE **dedicated to my grandmother Late Mrs Nkechi Omelazu**

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The voice of the cock is no more Hearing the sound of the crickets Dazzling my eyes to the birds of the air. Who are mine? Who are mine to question the voice of the nation? Where all nation respect that voice. Having my pen and paper to draft the usefulness of man. Voicing it out to the world! Ohhh! A legend is gone Living a legacy to the children Counting the stones equally Drafting out the solvent from the solute Aiding the cock its assurance of living. You kicked the bucket of trust Living your words on the board Allowing your children to write from you! Your courage, Teaches us wisdom like a fearless lion in the jungle; aiding us to do the same. Grand ma!! You are indeed the living voice! Your voice is indeed living in our hearts. Rest In Peace! Grand ma!

◄ CAN I MARRY A POETESS?

SAY NO TO PLAGIARISM IN OUR WRITING WORLD[raise your pen against plagiarism] ►

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Philipos

Mon 21st Sep 2020 08:10

Great read. 👍

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