If You Die - Poem by Samweli Butobi
When tired of being into trouble,
I cry to my bitter end,
trying to figure my hopeless end,
the journey to my ready prepared land.
With no love I prepare for the waiting end,
with no desire, to leave my beloved on the land
eagerly with courage I see the coming of my end,
I despare to my world of laziness to its bitter end,
I have no brother, no sister on this lovely land,
my lazy world now a shame to the young tomorrow
The land with no peace, no love, no hope for tomorrow
The land of sad life pains and, yes only sorrow
my age has come to die, here this for tomorrow
Do your best when young and strive for being honoured,
When you die dont die while you despare of your life
let them learn the best of you.
die not like a castrated pig with no that piglet
how proud, when you die the great.
What is of you, that we thank you, and call the great.
No don`t be lazy, the lazy,
when you die celebrate, to escape the title The lazy
achieve the best before you despare your life
let the young learn from you
that is why, you need to die a great
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