The Funeral Ram

Hit me hard, i will not talk smack me, i will bear the pains I was made for this cause to die For did they not say that a man is Like a funeral ram which must take Whatsoever beating comes to its body without Opening its mouth that the silent Tremor of pain down its body alone Must tell of its suffering? Men has taken greater blow than this i have received much pains within My young dark days in this world I was made to travel through this lane To satisfy the cause of man kind Who shall bell the cat? All are excited to see me fall For the debt i know nothing of To supplicate to their deaf gods Centuries may answer my kind But now i will die to pay The ransom for the redemption of the mourners What comfort does a died man derive From the knowledge that his murderers Were happy? Just say me well to my children behind Let them take heart for the creator knows all Life among our kind is turn by turn Today is my turn, tomorrow might be theirs We have no choice than allow them take our lives My soul seek no hope but safe journey To the other phase where my ancestors live