Achebeism

When a tree falls, the birds that made it their abode

All scatter in the bush for when great things happen

Like the death of a warrior, a retreat is promptly made

To put the war wares on anvils that would sharpen

From the visions of the visionary to his mission

Here, we the birds have scattered from afar to gather

To lead the legend to the portal of ancestral mansion

For it's fitting that sons at an age mourn their father

No, we do not mourn as if there'd be no tomorrow

Nor would the tree that felled, not speak in the gongs

When a great thing like this happens, the tusks blow

As cannonballs send thunderous ululation to the gods

Here, lies a man who told the tale of "Arrow of gods"

When, "Things Fall Apart" as it did, he told the world

Even “There Was a Country” he barbed with firebrands

Sojourn well therefore Chinua to immortality's abode!

signing the condolence register after rending 

this poem at the vigil organized for him 

by poets and writers from world over.