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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