Buried me not with the great

John Chinaka Onyeche

Monday 13 July 2020

Of what use could be of such honor

The great died for a noble course

But what is of my death that I died?

For tolerance of daily heart disease

The disease that the brave could not die for

Less it is published anywhere that I lay with them

I have not been able to attained it yet

The brave of my life were ruthless to love

And the gods worshipped them for this acts

Less it is said that there was love

Tell them that I was not found in it

I was daily bruised and poisoned

Knowing that heart disease kills

I lived in pills and I was still not pitted

Tolerate me and I was put to death

Never ever considerate one who preached

The sermons of harmfulness daily echoed

From the holy altar of love in hatred

The teacher is full of scares

And daily they tortured their captors

Leaving them with no hope for to live

You can't stop now

The power is not with you

Break the heart now

And leave time with it

But the unborn cries