Two distinctive days

Written by: chipepo lwele

A time 
To be born 
and a time to die,
when my life is ended
Could maggots, respect my honor,
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