RIP's

Every day RIP's Of both the young and the old Both the timid and the bold In Eha-Amufu, corpses pile up in heaps What a sad generation With happy pictures on social medias Every day painful exits Of both the rich and the poor Such leaves salt on our sore As we bid loved ones bye on public transits We bid farewell on tears Our streets littered with posters Of the pictures of family and friends Our heart the burial ground of the sad news.