in stumbling and hunger
can i have anger?
when at this stage
in this page
of life that we all live
where I believe
with tears of grieve
in this journey
those we are to know
saddly they go
without a warning
without a horn
o' how am I alone?
not to atlest cross the river
and step the ground
where the coffin of my grandmother
inside rest her skin
her bones unconscious
o' how poor for me
that I could not
atlest witness
her last place of rest
a pace forever covered
till the dead shall be awaken
to be judged with those in life I breath
K I M P: 17042012/1159hrs
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