My Future Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

As I prepare my future
I think it's now time to prepare my grave sight
That is the future
Been eating with serpents in the same hand
Its poison should have set roots by now
Its toxicity have opened wide the sand gates of time
The sands of time are graining down fast
And they all seem to be melodising with my name
So as im still here with you
I will not burden you
I show create my own resting place
I show make sure im the organising committee of my burial
Without wasting much time since every second counts now
Just like every drop counts in the Kalahari
Let me search for the best burial site