Wishes of the dead
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Ibrahim Muhoma
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| Friday 30th of August 2024 05:27:24 PM (UTC)
And if today I breath,
My final breathe.
If by good luck I depart today,
To the land of no return.
Do not weep,dear brothers.
Do not mourn,I beg you!
For I would have been promoted!
And like a soldier battlng for his people,
I would be fighting for your grandchildren,
I would be purifying the atmosphere,
For your upcoming generations.
I would be rebuking the evil spirits,
That have polluted the air,
For the good of your upcoming generations!
Listen to me,dear brothers,
Incase I depart today,
Do not wish me fare well,
I do not need those fare well wishes,
To fight against the spirits of poverty,
To battle against the spirits of corruption,
That are filling the air!
I need those machetes, please!
Bury my body with those axes,
Do not forget those swords,
I need them to fight against,
The evil spirits of hatred,
I really need them, brother,
To fight against selfishness!
And when I die today,
Do not cry, mother,
Do not sympathize with my body,I beg you!
Go down on knees and pray,
I need those prayers,mother,
I neither need sympathy nor those tears!
I need 'thick' prayers, please!
For I would be in the field of battle!
Fighting against the dirty spirits!
That deceive our youths,
To commit suicide,
When depression befell them,
When hardship knock on their doors!
I therefore need those prayers,mother!
Listen to me,you sons of disillusionment!
Hear my voice,you daughters of underdevelopment!
A man does not become more human,
By killing another man!
A rich man does not become more rich!
By letting his neighbor die of hunger!
Listen to my voice,I beg!
And if I'm cut short of breathe today,
Let my lips not be sewed!
For I would be rebuking the spirits of theft!
I would be shouting at the spirits of laziness!
I would be insulting the spirits of murder!
And any spirit of greed will not be spared!
So do not weep,dear father!
And when my mission is completed,
Your upcoming sons and daughters,
Will be breathing the fresh air,
And from clean plates of optimism,
From new cups of prosperity,
They will be served with life,
New life again,I say!