Treasure Island

Caleb Tukahiirwa

(03-04-1990 / kisiizi)

Heaven


What is it like waiting in that sleep?
Too long,
Stressing,
Like a blink of an eye;

Who can make it after there?
Those without stain,
The chosen,
Believers;

Who shall welcome us?
Strong winds,
Cloud like people,
Or voices without faces

What would it be like then?
White,
Golden,
Or chocolate;

Surely we cannot know unless we get there
It’s your decision, Life or death,
There or not there,
Very simple to be so important

Submitted: Sunday, June 20, 2010
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  • Ken E Hall (6/29/2010 7:06:00 AM)

    The point of the poem is hard to understand more simple words would be good; regards (Report) Reply

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