Tomorrow, I Shall Die Poem by Khaled Juma

Tomorrow, I shall die
Like everyone alive, I shall die
Death will not warn me
Will not give me a chance to say, any last words
Some friends will wail over me
Some shall rejoice
And I… Shall be dead.
I will not care for none;
Not for he, who stole a couple of my verses
Not for a friend who claims he taught me how to write
I shall not laugh, I shall not cry
I'll be absolutely dead.
And in my short commemoration,
They will say things that happened
Things that didn't.
Some lies
Some truths
And it all won't mean a thing;
I shall be dead.
Like everyone dead,
Like everyone who will die,
Cold and motionless
My face with no describable expression
And yet, what already hurts the most
Is that I never said to you, what I longed to say
Way before all this happened.

Translated from Arabic by Nida Awine