oh death, thou not strong!
Oh death! Come on me
You servant of none
Come and rid me of this emptiness
And take away all my sickness and tears.
Take pride in it as you walk in your arboreous garden.
Thump your chest and shout loud in your victory
Return to my mortal body and mock it
Say-‘wake up and challenge me now’
Laugh at me as I enter your kingdom- the bottom of the earth.
Clap for yourself as they (fellow mortals) cry over me
Son, am teaching you how to behave
Go back and sit on your throne
Then drink yourself and make merry
Shout again that you have conquered death
For my sorrows and sickness
My grief and tears
My agony and tribulations, are part of you
These all are deaths.
Death thou shall kill thyself
21st July, 2006
