THE LAMENTERS.

Bitter hearts laments the dirge
With their five sense organs
Accompanied by sweet high pitch and rhythm
With an accent of a wailer like the moirologist 
Hearts are now broken China
Left unamended in the scorching sun rays
Mortal bodies oozes river of tears
Weeping becomes their hubby
Bewailing floods their home
Even the walls too wails.

— Lawal Abdulhamid .A.