You Owe Me, Now You Died Poem by ndidzulafhi munyai patric

I see your casket,
Going down in the soil.
My tears start to drop.
Seeing that I see you,
In the casket which is going down with my money.

You went where I don't know.
What can I say to you.
Why should I say rest in peace.
🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏 🙏.
Why don't you pay me,
Before you died.

This tears isn't for you,
Because of you died.
Is for this casket,
Which is full of my money.
Ooh why you gone with my money.

Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai