When my heart throbs to a stop,I hope I had shouldered a cross worth a course. Lived and left an imprint undimmed by another man’s. When I’m gone Like Buddha, will find peace in my grave. To have put myself under the tutelage of words,learned to string them at deep dawn When the lazybone basks in his wet dreams When I am gone I Wish some things never remain the same. The learned heads who should have known better but fiddle the strings of tribalism and put on a spectacle of myopia in the name of partisanship.Tightening the nation’s purse-strings to build lasting hegemony When I expire,let them know I was also vexed with the doyen Who had ‘their heads abroad and anus at home’ leaving no gardens for the budding bards to grow. Upon my exit,I will be glad to have left no dreams deferred as I saw the world as a page where every man must drop an ink. #Good_night.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 22:01:10 +0000
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