Our appeal went on heeded

Does it matter our sacrifices at his shrine?

Does he not recall the number of times we visited him?

Poured libation to his homage?

Yet, he would not leave without mom

 

Upon the buckets of river

And baskets of kolanut

And thousand of cowries

We offered him

Mr Death insisted on leaving with mom

 

Is he just callous?

Or is it his nature?

Is he cruel?

Is it what he treasures?

To turn deaf ears?

and walk away with loved ones every time

without a backward glance?