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John Chinaka Onyeche
Monday 13 July 2020

Buried me not with the great

Buried me not with the great 
Of what use could be of such honor 
The great died for a noble course 
But what is of my death that I died? 
For tolerance of daily heart disease 

The disease that the brave could not die for 
Less it is published anywhere that I lay with them 
I have not been able to attained it yet 
The brave of my life were ruthless to love 
And the gods worshipped them for this acts 

Less it is said that there was love 
Tell them that I was not found in it 
I was daily bruised and poisoned 
Knowing that heart disease kills 
I lived in pills and I was still not pitted 
Tolerate me and I was put to death 

Never ever considerate one who preached 
The sermons of harmfulness daily echoed 
From the holy altar of love in hatred 
The teacher is full of scares 
And daily they tortured their captors 
Leaving them with no hope for to live 

You can't stop now 
The power is not with you 
Break the heart now 
And leave time with it 
But the unborn cries 

© John Chinaka Onyeche  


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