I Refuse To Die

I refuse to die Life is not my slave Though I am always brave Even in the torrent wave Yet, my choice sometimes life does wave I feel like dying I refuse to die I chose to love But none was a dove Do you remember, I put my culture above I am a Yoruba in move 'Eyele ' ni won n pé ni 'dove'? Sebi won leyele kìí bonile je Ko bonile mún Ko dojo iku onile ko yeri Pardon my conversion It is just to quote an assertion As mentioned in this conversation That Love should not be a selection Well, I am not going to make an aversion All I love made an accusation I feel like dying I refuse to die Knife came knocking at my door Pleading myself I should shook My phone rang and, alas, it was Gun Asking earnestly that I shoot And Rope on me all day long Wanting myself hang on a hook Oh, I am too tired and poor I feel like dying I refuse to die Why? Why must I my life I take? When everyone's joy would be at stake My dear mother her bread I bake My darling wife her fast I break My lovely children we game at break Though my love someone does brake Not my heart for once they did brake I owe my life to them to take So, even When they make me feel life is an oven I love to be with them even I ward away from them all evils I owe my life to them to take Oh, I am too tired and poor All I love made an accusation 'Eyele ni won n pé ni dove'? Yet, my choice sometimes life does wave I feel like dying I refuse to die #LEARNERSpen 9, Jumadath Thanni, 1439 (7/4/17) I locked up some poems under the heading *poems* in my blog akewiagbaye.wordpress.com please, do check them, interesting