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I lie on this lonely footpath
O! I have fallen from the top
My demise is the aftermath
I leave back tears for none to mop

I lived a good life and of fame
Who would ever think I’d turn sick?
O! The whirlwinds, my killers came
In comatose I await deaths’ pick

I was royal, I was so green
I was the dancer with the crown
Look at me now, life is so mean
I was once green, now dry and brown

My fall did not shake the pillars
Everyone missed me, I guess not
My green brothers dance to the tune of my killers
And a newborn will fill my spot

I’ll die; no one will give a hoot
See that man I shaded from the sun
I cracked silently under his boot
Others too will step on me for fun

If only the world could feel my pain
O! Mama Iyabo you too
I shielded you under the rain
Under me then, I was your boo

I shall burn in that fire you’ll make
Surely, my ashes you shall sweep
Tell the birds not to cry me a lake
And please tell the ants not to weep

Teach them to know that life won’t last
Let it echo that I am of earth
Life is their kingdom but my past
Read them my biography when I lose breath


credit to irawe (dry leaves) by Hidentity