POEM BY JOYCELINE NATALLY CUDJOE        

                                

FAREWELL MAXWELL

The great sacred meat has been sacrificed

Pour him not libation his soul despised

Son of gun, a brave man on battle field

An epic wreath should design his stilled-shield

Let’s not embrace his icy corpse with cry

Less his young living bravery soul will die

Mourn him not! Less you praise hero to shame

The atrocious cruel maids must plead in maim

Mighty oak tree has fallen from its branch

The brave warrior departed to his ranch

Render his weak arm, strong unused pistol

War has risen, he could hear the whistle

Save us ‘O’ Maxwell, faint voices cried in lame

I bid you farewell as you journey to fame.