DEATH IS CALLING
Death is calling
and yet you summoned me
to clean your earthly dirts.
I am already ahead of you,
one foot in hell and another on earth.
I recalled going to war of survival
with my kinsmen,
friends, strangers and enemies
trying to make life___
But we got smacked in the faces and got scattered.
I could not remember who ran where.
So, I spent decades waiting,
waiting and waiting
for them to come back
but when the world went cold,
moon disappeared
and the sun gone,
I realised they were all dead.
You ended them just like you did to their fathers
and those before them.
I am not scared,
I am not sheken
and I am not moved
when you say you are going to kill me
because I started dying long time ago.
I began dying the day I was born in to this world.
Every birthday increases my speed to the grave.
No one will rot alive
So, when I am gone today I will leave the door wide open for you to pass through.
When the time that birthed your strength,
your magic and your powers dies,
the faces of the people you are forcing us to forget will come to see you,
and when they do,
you will be crwoned in fears.
Every mark of terror, agony and pain you inflicted on them will come roaring like thunder and hunting you like a hungry lion.
They will watch you bleed and
leave you lifeless body to the divine.
You held my ancestors,
pushed them down the mountains,
hanged them on the trees
and now your map is drawn to me
and probably the unborns too
who will emerge after the death of time
many moons, many seasons,
many leagues and many years from now.
Before I die,
I will continue to speak in the old tongues of the earth and the new
I will blend in the old ways and the new
I will shout to the ears of the living
and scream to the ears of the dead
and if they don’t hear me,
I will speak in the tongue of soil.
I will continue to expose you to lightning
I will expose your lifestyle and your hideouts
So, Mr. Depression if you see me die, it is not your work, it is death calling.