Elegy Of The Lost Hope Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

Waiting i've waited patiently for the world to end
Yet it insist it sees my end
My sky they changed from colored blue
Its like my cup is filled

Only them with issues enjoy their age
Like an actor when I abandon the stage
My people will see me as their pride
Not now am sick and tired of life
And have none to run to for a rescue

When life becomes hard to cope
You will see many that are eager to cross road
They didn't leave because it's time to go
They are only tired of the living, friends and foes

Them that plant hope
Must water it before they hit road
Who knows they will return before time?

I've not tell you my story not to tell the tribe
But remember to tell the truth about life
Though it is that tough

Them that need stay alive must borrow a heart of stone
Else they won't last long
Even them that bear all things have end before time

I've built a home for my fellow men
Them that accompany others into this world to reap their harvest
It is the husband of my own wife that refuse to give me rest

Why claim ownership of this world?
When you know you own nothing
I got carried away by the little success I made
Not knowing life is someone else assert
Ask the owner of this world; It is not mine

The earth is a borrowed home
Tell them that sleep & refuse wake;
To be conscious of time
And them that sick and pretend to be fine;
To beware because many have left before the day break
And abandoned that they valued most

Ask him that refuse Death;
Aren't he tired of the living?
If life has a second coming; to be honest I won't come
It is better for the still birth
They must be familiar with peace of mind

Prayer has not saved them;
That pretend to pray hard but live unholy life
Even them that used their last penny to sow seed
so the Son of man can live and abandoned their household

Don't console me with bags of coweries;
It will not cure my prolong poverty
It'll only make me look safe today
Tomorrow my future remain astake

Help me remind He that takes life when it sweet one
He should not give me because I don't want a patch-patch life
The one filled with leakages
For it will soon fade when no one will mend it

Be calm lad!
Let's wait for the world and its end
And forget her miseries because it has no mend

Why make a grave for me when am a mere dust?
Allow the dead bury themselves
It is not the work of the living
Let not your heart be troubled
For I will surely go the same way I came
For sure you will testify in my return
If death is that bad People that went before us
Should be in a hurry to come back

Not all i've sowed i will reap here on earth
The remaining part of my pain i've reserved life after death
This reason I stopped waiting for the future
because I know it will not come

I've heard of hard time
A time that hug men
Ask the robbers of truth
To assassinate the evil in their own thought
That've robbed us of peace mind
Heaven has not made man to mar himself

Remind him that destiny fail to fulfill his own fate
And them that embark on a journey without counting miles
Our life is someone else assert
We survive on a borrowed soul
One day it must be returned to the real owner
Him that chase us into this world with calamity on our forehead.