My Lament On My Mother's Funeral
Hear me all ye that see
Hear my plea and from me, do not flee.
Calamity has struck and now, i am stuck.
I feel like dying to end all this crying
But i am trying to be fine because i know that one day, we all have to die.
So i will not cry
But i will look up high to the sky and try to ask why.
Why death of all life on earth, took breath from my mother.
Now i have no other.
I am filled with strife and every time i look at a knife,
I feel like taking my life.
Indeed, losing a loved one is hard.
It makes you sad and feel very bad.
No wonder other's go mad and are never glad.
I feel the pain but then, "god gives.... God takes away.....rejoice always"
So should i rejoice now that she is gone or should i cry?
Copyright © Fred Kanshamba | Year Posted 2012
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