Two Distinctive Days
A time
To be born
and a time to die,
when my life is ended
Could maggots, respect my honor,
wealth,education,
and skills?
Would my power and majesty,
my love and hate last forever?
Should I live like there`s no
withering like a flower?
Why can`t I hope and pray
that I will rise above the grave?
chipepo lwele
Copyright © Chipepo Lwele | Year Posted 2012
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