Our stairs goes up to our bedrooms
They also must lead to heaven
The older members of my family went up there
And my sister who was only seven
There’s a roof that stops me
From seeing or reaching the sky
Yet half of my family did. How? Why?
My uncle James went up the stairs
Then there was such a yell
He was a bad man, a thief and a drunk
So dad said! ‘he went straight to hell’
‘He’ll burn real quick, Cos he was 100% proof’
And just like me he couldn’t go through the roof
So when it becomes my time to disappear up the stairs
There’s one thing I urge of thee
If I can’t find the secret door in the roof
Please pray I can go to purgatory
I’ve been quiet too long; So I must tell
I’m just a good boy; who doesn’t want to go to hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem