Before I Die Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Before I die,
I will write my names on a million pages
In the heart of history with rows and colums.
My blood will stand as defence to the weak,
And I will make my voice a wind that sound
To every ears that roams fruitlessly on earth.



Before I die,
My pen I will cremenate with rose of goodness,
keep it for the next generations that may come
After the iroko has fallen in the ivory of love.
My footsteps printed on the surface of the ground
And my brain, I will hang in the museum as treasure.


Before I die,
I will make mouners dance ceased at home,
Deliver the sky of its homelessness and strive.
I will honour those meek in heart and silent
The atmosphere of it stupidity towards my kind.
You know my words, hold it and let it remain in you.


Let merry go round among men of grace,
Document your feelings inside the lonely bird,
A banner of courage can stand behind us
But never erase the scary scars painted at home,
Dead of the body is not perfect termination of life.


I will die once but my deeds last forever,
Before I die my death, thousands shall fall,
Millions shall shout at the sight of my fearful voice.
I will make darkness spell your name before death comes with it claws to take me home to father.



Before I die my death,
You must have gone before the sun roll up
The table cloth that separate my life and death.
Then shall I share that which nature has given
To those who calls out my name to posterity.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016