IN MEMORY OF OPEYEMI GIWA (This Thirst Cannot Be Quenched)

In morning's night,
Death struts with delight.
It schadenfruede,
As foul news spread,
And grins like Halloween.
We take heart
Albeit, with great
Pain, we'll soldier on
In life's futile sojourn.
This thirst cannot be quenched!
Boya is legend!
Earth's now heaven;
His heaven is earth.
Ope lives! His tense? Present.
We'll celebrate his times
Like art - evergreen in hearts.
This death births
Memory eternal.
Like a clarion call,
It reunites.
Your memory'll soothe
Our pained boots.
Though we'll sourly miss,
Your life's bliss,
And the lessons it'll
Teach reinstate God's will.
Afterall, we are but boys
Awaiting His voice...
Till pearly gate's call,
Adieu! My "other",
Adieu! My brother.
Till we meet...to part no more,
Till we meet...to play...forever more.

By Jefumare © 2010