The richest town by Alonge Benjamin
Original poem by Ifeoluwa Phillip



Graveyard becomes richer
'Cause there lies rich potentials
Her graves, shelving unread stories
Great destinies devoured in her bellies

I wander her graves in my thought
There I find golds
Diamonds and bronzes
Both young and old
Gems of all races
Yea, every gold particled into dusts
Diamond corroded into rusts
All gems, winnowed from Life's crust

In her are instruments of healing never played
Grammy award winning songs never sang
Myriad words of solutions not spoken
All letters, wiped from Life's pages

In her are eyes of seers which never saw
Glories of men which never shone
Love from souls not expressed

I saw breadwinners who never had a piece of bread
Destiny helpers who helplessly crashed
Into hell, where help is fruitless

After my good man gone soon
A friend just died too
I needn't know many who died undue
The treasure lost through these two
Is a loss not only to my heart, but likewise the earth
For every withdrawal of a soul from World's bank
Is a loss, enriching the Graveyard