Jimoh ObatoyinboJunior's Glorious Call
True grace delights
in friendship dear and rare
J. O. J was the
cool-cat; graceful as friend he was indeed
Until the hamattan
stripped him of his cover, lifeless
Jim; effusive,
elaborate, and doting he remained to friends
Brash and brazen he
stayed to vane and counterfeiters
Jim, never shy; was
political with sharp-lashing tongue
Sometimes tongue
turned two edge anyone, unsheathed
Sober, sometimes coldly
and shrewd on business dealings
Yet, never the
puritan, money he made he spent to spoil
Among peers, a star;
jet strike and style were his strides
Nothing would have
therefore be more reeling, perplexing
Than hear large Jim; an
apostle, the evangelist of life, dead
Laying bare, exposed,
the rot beneath life’s hidden veneer
That riches can
render hope and refuge to health, titanic lie
Exposing wealth, a
Pharisee, peacock, descendant of Lucifer
Failing, deserting
when needed, brewing with the enemy
Broil innocent Jim
was stifled, to wreath and wretch end:
So snatched, Jim left
countless broken and troubled hearts
Exiting as did at
such unholy hours sucked, like by a vacuum
What choice, he is
departed, though hard like bile to swallow
We are consoled he
was stolen a saint travelling heavenward.
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