Ekerette Bassey Okon

Oh Nightingale, my dearestOh Nightingale, my dearest
May I in Shakespeare's Cathedral raise a tone
A symphony of mind's best;
Tenderly, melodious if not to the climax,

Let the ministers weep,
For the world is perplexed and chaotic;
Stomachs beaten to stupor,
Tears drained to rivers, and rivers to seas,