Buried Me Not With the Great
Buried me not with the great
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
© John Chinaka Onyeche
Copyright © Onyeche John Chinaka | Year Posted 2020
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