The Crown; a clown, a doom and A True Coward

By Unimke Ugbong

The Crown; A clown, A doom

The crown is a poison 
When sits upon a clown
An entertaining doom 
It bring upon a kingdom  
Every poke, be right or wrong
Bring about a joke, to the song  
Then slowly, the song turns to a mourn 
When all folly, is eaten 
As a poisoned barn.

A True Coward

So dead within his body
A living grave, his heart is buried
Yet he stride, this Earth spread
Much care-free, less troubled;
Of shame, nor fame
Of pain, nor gain 
Of toil, nor coin
Of hate, nor love
Yet He strife, rambling to fate 
Yearning for a dead grave,

Why live, and die-living
He chose, to die-dead
Who else is more a coward?

Not he who lives, and dread his grave
Not he who flees, from death bearing love
Not he who shuns, fame, and shame
Not he who turns, away 
From a coin-ful way
For fear of a toil-ful day
For fear of unseen sway
Not he who lives, and dread
But, he who is dead
Within his body, his heart is buried, 

A true coward
Dead, within his body
His heart is buried.

Unimke Ugbong is a poet, and short story writer, from West Africa. He thinks his mind is a mysterious poetry book. His works has featured on Eureka street magazine, Coffin bell magazine, Crooked arrow press, Room magazine.