Baskets For Caskets Poem by Mogare Nyamoko
Baskets For Caskets
Received is your basket of gratitude,
In solitude he lies now asleep
Till the last trumpet shall sound.
Alive left with baskets full of different fruits,
Appearing to the naked eyes.
What else did I require?
Baskets battered for caskets.
Now a king I am
Persecuting the servants that I made.
Aah, baskets for caskets
Fill my basket
More caskets on the way.
More baskets on the way.
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