As i die as a butterfly
Without say “goodbye”
Let no eyes shed tears
Let no hands wrap me up with a golden attire
Let no legs sail a mile,
But let my eulogy be brief as a file
Because my soul has toured to the heaven of the sky.
As I walk through the valley of the death
Paint my coffin with color of blood
Inscribe my name on it with scarlet of blood
Since frenemies made me bleed.
Let no shoulders dance with my coffin
Because anxiety is my daily coffee
Delivering everyday with zero fee.
As I walk through the valley of the death
Let frenemies follow my casket as flies
To come & show me love with their poisonous flowers.
Where I will sleep lonely & helplessly
Where an army of termites will feed on my sweet skin joyfully
Maybe from there, souls will stop being cruel as a lion
And feel a deep remorse & hold unto God.
OLAYIWOLA MUHAMMED
Philanthropic pen