WHY GO IN THE MORNING

I hear the distant wail, what is wrong?

Who has fallen prey?

Not mine I pray

I hear melancholy songs.

There lies my heart, there lies my future, there lies my better half

On me death spat, what to do so unsure.

Why go so soon?

Grey hair mourning

Why not noon, or when up was the moon?

Why go in the morning?

Still lies the vessel that once carried the human soul

Laying on earthy ground, body bound!

With unaccomplishd goals.Why body still warm 

Behold her beauty fading on queue and worms 

Pains on my face worn, and my breath failing.

Why bring mournin?

Why leave so soon? Why not noon?

Or when up was the moon? Why go in d morning?

South the body go, spirit ascend north

To the city made of gold?

Or the Devil's Home?

These answers I know not.

 

   Omoisi Christian (Ddrogba)