Passing through the cemetery,
I lay beside nobles with complimentary,
Among them rich and poor,
Among corpses lie boor.
Dead standing at the gate,
The ground is now my roof,
Even a jailer can hold my ghost,
The living fear to die.
Ti's my own day to die?
Oh, life is worth nothing,
I wished I understood these thing earlier,
When he came knocking;
I could not even dressed myself.
Who can save himself?
Death is my companion a black shadow,
Sitting at my lonely tomb,
Lonely abandoned by all,
Ti's so cold as my mother's womb.
Enduring a heartless heat under the ooze.
Maggot reaping me as I awaits rapture.
Non of us as wise could see such perfect picture,
The living dead thrown pounds of sand at me -
Those not sure of living another second.
Those that would soon be our resting guest,
I drown during the rain in my tomb,
Some days breaking as summer sun bomb,
I am as a rootless grass;
Who's beauty flower fades away in the field.
Through I withers away,
And my flower fades!
All on earth are vanity.
I am now a delicious meal for earthworms,
Weak and lonely though I lie -
Such is now my fate.
Who can bring me back to life?
More humbled I shall be!
If only I could look unto Heavens;
When sorry and pain shall crushed,
My soul fly-away as I watched.
💦 Prince Ojoka💧
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