DEAD BUT ALIVE



DEAD BUT ALIVE


I can hear a voice

It sounds like that of my creator

Mother earth is calling

I have to respond now

I ought to submit to my creator

I knew I wouldn't live for ever,

But never knew the time will be too short, and now it's time, the hour is here


Dear friend

When you get home please..

Tell the children I'm still around

Tell the woman that her man is not far away

Tell Mum his son is coming back

Dad have waited soo long, I've to go n' meet him there

Then tell the world never to miss me


Mother nature is blaring, I've to leave no

I will leave my mansion to live in a muddy ground

When you lay my body to rest,

Bury me with a seed in my hand

The flesh I spent soo much wealth on, will decay

Rain will fall on my remains

Sun will shine on my remains

I will sprout roots, I will grow big

Then I'll be back to life in another form, Life is Life

Good night now

Tell the world I will be right back


POET:© CHUKWUNNABUIKEM UGOCHUKWU

14/01/22

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