Shame On You Mr Death
As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs
With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat
And the hands whose stiffness, unimaginable for sight
I recalled the first day, he bought my suit neat
I see truth in my thinking, that his weakening untimely
For his smile is now, covered in his folding face
With an entire head sliced, I still doubt promisingly
What his sin to the suffered?For what to snatch his lace?
Uncle John had once promised, a share of my father’s
My fee and the day he failed, Sacks of maize grains converted
On a tuk tuk he committed, for my school fee luggage
His clouding come by mailed, a signal for good starters
He seems to perish just before, as his tears red of blood
And his crying voice somber, sober he was before sleep
His sunken eyeballs erase the hopes, of my University portion
For in my mother’s funeral, he committed a help
The driver who was not fair, his money best wife
Death to me wasn’t fair, since I thought he would
Make to breath and good, to play back a beautiful life
Uncle left uncle left, having remained but in tatters
Next time so special, as you drive keep watch
For if feet were our wheels, and blood in veins petrol
The best catch god has given, wouldn’t run as such
Shame on you Mr. Death, you sweep even the best.
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2018
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