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