I wonder how it might be; my last moment might be,
Will it be swift, painless, ah! It bothers me,
Oh am in vain, I will not take along with me all I have accomplish,
What will happen when am dead, what will people say of me?
Perhaps my actions and deeds will put words in their very mouth,
Despite all i have in my control, I can’t put death under my command.
So I wonder, why do people In their days of glory use their power to oppress others,
To relegate them to unimaginable pain, penury and grief.
Ah!! I thought to myself, did they also have authority over death.
As Christ did, even Christ died,
They enact laws that favor and work for them alone, arbitrary laws they call it,
Laws that gives them absoluteness over every life comforting resources,
Not minding the state their fellow brothers are in,
And is through these oppress brothers they got to where they are,
But they refuse to acknowledge the fact that someday death shall come knocking,
Death is no respecter of anyman, not minding your social status in the society,
Death will come knocking on their doors, made of gold and silver.
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