And, At The End, We'll Die. Poem by Zainab Oluwafunbi Daud

And, In The End, We'll Die

My ancestors have gone home to rest

In a restricted home, dark like a charcoal

Home of six feet under the ground

Ancestor's fates are sealed

Ancestor's hearts are drunk

Unpayable Death comes anytime

Youngness doesn't determine death

Démodé determines death

Houses got outdated

Beautiful faces faded away

Words of God is permanent

My ancestors

Thinking about you

My beloved died in my heart a long time ago

Millions of graves of my beloved

My ancestor's wish is to return home

My ancestors

I love it very much

I lose too much

I feel lonely

l became a victim of dizziness

My ancestors

I say goodbye with my heart

Sooner, I bewed

Alas, I'll die

Goodnight