Tradition Of The Dead

Like a wind they walk

Into our abode

One of the bluest moon

To dine with us

And whisper into our ear

Words we'll never ear

What a tradition!

Tradition of the dead.

Like a lover

They visit us in our dreams

And bless our stress

For they've seen life

As a home of endless struggles

What a tradition!

Tradition of the dead.

Like a chameleon

They snatch the colour

Of the living.

And lace on any face

their resemblance

Just for us to flashback

Into ephemeral moments

They've spent with us

What a tradition!

Tradition of the dead

But,

Who knows?

If the dead also lives

-Ibraheem Lateef Adebayo

Writer/Poet 

Ibraheem Lateef Adebayo , a poet that writes about the society and mankind.

I can be reached on 

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