The Richest Town Poem by Ifeoluwa Philips

Graveyard becomes richer
Cos there lies rich potentials
In grave are many unwritten stories
And veiled treasure in grave

In grave are golds
Diamond and bronze
Strengthened and strong
Even stories untold

Life is getting poorer
While grave getting richer
Faith is changed for fate
As grave enriched with unused potentials

In my thought, I dig till I dug the grave
There I find gold turned dust
I find diamond turned rust
And silver turned chaff

All these enriched grave
Grave is getting more expensive
Cos, there lies unused treasures
Fashioned the grave for pleasure

I saw in grave an instrument of healing
Never played to heal lies in grave
I saw note of miracles songs
Never sang but lies in grave

I saw words of solutions
Never spoken but fashioned the grave
I saw the eyes of a seer
Lies in grave and never saw

I saw glory meant for here
Never shone but light the grave
I saw love for souls
Never expressed but dies in grave

My heart grip unto tears
I sought help but couldn't find
My voice ceased with cry cos of the seen
All precious treasure lies in grave

Before went off my heart fainted
Millions of precious treasure buried daily
And our world is getting poorer
While the grave is getting richer