Where Will You Be Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

What if I die today? What if the cold arms of death prawn my soul.
What if I saw her also at heaven gate
She who left a legacy of rentage life
She who never swim in acrid flesh delight
She who were with the poor and jail for no crime but fate to faith in Christ...

What if I saw mr landlord at the rift of furnace holding pounds of rentage from burning brimestones.
What if I saw my past with me of present
What if I saw the rich been fool to fools
What if death was indeed death and fizzy reality of ugly fantasy
What if the worth of life all earn in lust, now cover with marshes of regrets
What if my harlots were money and cheater but a game of loss in this sliver breeze of many fireballs

What if lucifer have my soul reign with him but loss to cross of golden end
What if the Messiah have not given up on thy weary soul? what if the trumpet just sound like drunkers noise, where will you be? ? ? ? ? ? ?