If By Dying I Must.... Poem by Newton Ray Ukwuoma

If By Dying I Must....


In the beginning Me asked sleep to wake
Morning come We danced and merry make
As sun begets noon, We shall build a country
A golden building bodied by joint embroidery
Faraway is the night in knowing future’s sake
While there is horror, beholding can undertake
Death that feeds beyond life’s boundary
But here, it is proper to revolt than suffer public mockery

Perhaps, a rebel force: the spirit, soul and Me
Shall fight a noble course; dying versus We
Zeal against fate till I journey to the dark
Then my brothers and I shall leave a golden mark
Where Spirit and Soul will gently lay Me to rust
Mourn not for a mortal Me, if by dying I must....