Man Without Enemies
His smile was broad
His whisper loud
Where he’d been
What he’d seen…
Stare into his eyes
They held no lies
If the world cried
His heart had bled
Such was his saintly soul
And that death stole
A man so much acclaimed
His corpse lies yet unclaimed
© Jude Ifeme
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His whisper loud
Where he’d been
What he’d seen…
Stare into his eyes
They held no lies
If the world cried
His heart had bled
Such was his saintly soul
And that death stole
A man so much acclaimed
His corpse lies yet unclaimed
© Jude Ifeme
Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email
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