Of ones on Earth with joy resides;
where sands write dust in the Earth besides.
six feets under s'where your beauty lies
saved out from pains and the world of lies.
O, Death! O Death! poison is thy sting!

Decaying body down down the earth.
oh! Gloomy grave! What a dreadful death!
why pluck not the old but the unripe one?
a kid in shroud mourned by eveyone
O, death! O, death! you child of hell!

sound now the horn of gates unseen
of nature's abode truly free of sin
let the mellow wind carry out the tone
"from dust we come and sure hence we tune"
O' death! O, death! Ados to see us no more.

#Folorunsho_Iyanuoluwa

Aiyamrex:
Of ones on Earth with joy resides. . .

Decaying body down down the earth.
. .

sound now the horn of gates unseen
. . .

this poem is nothing but a kind of fiction which your mind made real to you.
just about a kid who died, maybe a boy or a girl who knows?

the first stanza talks of the lost, and how earth painted the kid in dust (buried)

the second stanza however, talks of the funeral, of the kid so loved by everyone.

the last chapter talks of the life after death where death has no power over life.

the poem is however open to any constructive critism.
your critiques make a better me