"My Funeral"

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 "My Funeral"

 

When it is my funeral, I won't let my ears be deafened by the noise of phoney mourners

Weeping for no lost love

Nor let their tears wet my parched grave.


I will search their hearts than their faces

I will listen to their thoughts than their praises

I won't be swayed by the slippery words that lay at my feet.


I will look for the purest grief 

And warm my cold feet and hands there.

I will look for the hearts that cheered my soul

In the days when the midnight struck like a thief.


I will promise blessings and vengeance 

I will forerun their friends and outrun their foes.


I promise not to let death win.

I will be like Okonkwo that threw the cat that steals many lives.


I will quench the fire of the hearth 

Unsit the pot 

And blow the ashes away

I didn't ask for a feast but a farewell. 


When that day comes,

Refuse to carry your worries 

Gag the whimpers of your doubts 

Death will be my voyage to the finishing line.

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