If I Die Young Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

IF I DIE YOUNG
If I die young during the rain
Bury me inside, lay me down
On the bed Of roses, seek the face
Of the shining sun to advertise
My deeds and worth to mankind


Let the ohafians maidens be far from me
But bring in the nkporo. Maidens to dance
And sweat their hearts out at my funeral
The sounds of their beads will appease
My spirit in the lonely street of death
Let my funeral rites be perform not
Among the judge of the jungle

Lay me down with no creamination
Let no tears fall at my feets
But all should be in joy and merriment
Because I didn't bring shame to my generations
But I left behind them golds that will last
Till eternity when roses would be no more
Give no ear to the accusers of man

We may not see the sweet become the bitter
Until the taste fills our mouth and our. Eyes
Are watering with the pain of the transformation
Yet I go not in vain to the ancestors beyond
Your deeds and mine would go along with me
If I die before my time do not mourn me
Like those without Hope and patient
All I. Seek is the sound of the beads
From the maidens along River Nkporo's bank

If I Die young at noon
Bring down the sun from the sky
And treasure it in my heart to shine
The moon should be kept beside me at night
Thousand men and women at my feet
They would be like a guide to my soul
These are my last wish.

(C) John Chizoba vincent