Let The Labourer Go To Rest: (Dedicated To Nelson Mandela) Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Work! Work! ! Work! ! !
Work all the years,
Most love by all, even the enemies.
A day he shall take a walk to the other side;
How about the day?
Maybe it will be renamed; "tribute day"
So long a life, though not too long:
When the golden voice call;
Even the least ear will answer.
Great never is the reason,
As the great mind is calling for rest, & rest have her arms open,
To accept him,
Not even one have the mind to bear the lost,
So, too many things, to make sure he don‘t go away.
Should he let go today, you can‘t say,
He died, no.
But transend to the kingdom of the almighty.
A place of no atom of pain,
Just let him go, he will be better there;
He knows you love him.
Everyone knows that,
Being alive, can‘t walk, can‘t work, can‘t talk,
It is the greatest suffering on earth,
Just let him go,
He want to go... Holy angels arms are wide open,
Waiting to accept him & present him to GOD the most HIGH.
We‘ve all said our love, we‘ve all proven our love; we‘ve all shown our love,
The greatest is to remove the tormentor (life machine)
He will live forever in GOD‘s paradise glory;
Everybody love you great one- NELSON MANDELA! ! !