Thought Of A Corps. Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Here i am in one room,
i cannot stand up,
i cannot move my body, nothing, i can do,
this same room,
my father was,
yesterday, and today,
it is my turn.
I watch the careful undertaker with a closed blind eyes,
how they lowered me down the open grave
and have done them no wrong, yet they locked me
in one room and put me
gently in the dept of the earth were i see no more my friends. They did not leave it there, instead, they filled my one room with sand
and i have no space at all,
if those i did not offend
could do me this,
what about JAH that
i have disobeyed his
many commandments?
And i hear the wailing
of my family‘s sympathizers, for not for me,
but their day as like mine,
I feel the hotness of the burning hell fire,
and i knelt down to beg
for mercy, or is it too late?
A limbo would do,
so i prayed, and from here
i shouted to my sister
the funicator, my brother
the killer, my father
and my mother,
and my friends,
but none can hear me,
since they cannot hear me, LORD, send me to earth
this last time,
i will talk to them
and they would be
of good mind.
Just this one time,
i pray you LORD! - OKOEMU