BLACK WEDNESDAY

This is to Ebere, who lay at the other side of the world,
as the cold hand of death made for her a home,
six feet on mother earth.

This is to the pilot who flew for safety, as the raging blast of thunderous voices erupted the atmosphere.

This is to the family of the deceased, who stayed awake, as gloom busted forth with an hello.

This is to the four walls of the school, who has stolen enough blood from the innocent infant souls,
those I call the lost heroes.

This is to Black Wednesday, who made a lecture day a mourning day, as salty water invaded the eyes of every folk's.

This is to Ebere who is gone, and to those who still battle to stay awake.

Like the shining bright armor, of a warrior
You conquer your empire o you emperor
As the rays of the early morning sun hit the screen of the door, to greet you good morning,
So came the wind of doom, to also whisper to you goodnight.
A call you promised to miss, till destiny was fulfilled
But how come you picked, and left without a notice
Question's left unanswered, as death clasped is hand to cease your breath
Guess you fought till all strength was lost.

This is to the ones reading this now,
For a time will come when your bones will be the pillars holding the soil.

This is to Ebere,
who finally lost her first battle of life,
To embrace a life of after life.
This is to February eight, known as black Wednesday.

Adieu Ebere, you fought till death heard is name, and came to convey you away to a better place.
Rest on soldier, rest on Ebere.