The road less travelled
THE DIARY OF A COVID-19 WALKER
Part 122 “The road less travelled“
Yakoobo, the glittering white 
eyes,
eyes,Now a shadow of closed eyelids,
As the hyenas dance around the Kraal,
Announcing the death..
The speaking mouth now lay closed,
The chamber-less mouthpiece,
Now, to effeminate pieces,
The brain that cracked the deals,
Now lay kaput, never to heal,
As you sojourn on this spiritual hill,
Without heels ..
Or feelings of despair,
A simple cloth, may be white,
Covers the body,
Suits lay in the suitcase 
of this fibble world!
of this fibble world!Ohh bloood
The house, built to last ,
A shadow of the past,
Let no 
rat begin to chant,
rat begin to chant,And gnaw thier teeth 
,
,Again inviting death..
You will wear your crown 
,
,In that tight space,
A wreath of crown, you own,
Flowers 
so you speak 
,
so you speak ,Among those you pick..
Sorrowful voices,
The mourners,
Will ululate,
For it shall be late,
To love or hate,
The road less travelled ..