In a gigantic duplex
i layed my head,
a beep echoed i ploded,
picked
mr.roy is dead
Beneath the radiant
clouds of heavens i worked
tirelessly to feed my
community, will i die too?
My light and glittering skin
shining like the noon sun, will it suddenly turn to dust?
With all my pounds/dollars in my account, are you truely sure i'll die too.
Will i cease to inhale this air sweeter than honey? , this is not funny.
Oh am i going to be laid in that one room? that dusky room without my wealth, my crown?
Will i die too?
Will my pictures be tagged aged, will my feets stop pacing the roads of Abua?
Will i die too? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem