Last Words

Written by: Mothusi Makhaza

On this day, this very moment
Whilst you prepare to bury me,
I speak to you 
through the voice of my pen

That when I cease to breathe
When this mortal coil 
can no longer hold me in
And my wings once inbound
Now free to launch me home. 

Weep not much 
For this life is for us
To live and leave forever

I have lived my time,
Out-smarted my foes,
Out-lived my enemies
I have come full circle

To stop this metamorphosis
Is to tell the sun 
To stop shining
Thus insulting the Son of Man
For He wept on the 
Torture branch.

Who am I to beg for lasting life?