HEAVEN'S CALL by Lawrence ONWUAMA

The way death pays visit to my friends
And family without a receipt
Makes me think I am the next on the list
The silent treading of death,
I hear from afar
My heart beats so fast,
Like drumming...
When I am gone,
You can forget I ever lived
But don't forget I ever existed
For the disaster is about to strike
I feel the cold breeze of the night sinking into my pores
These innocent people would soon start tearing themselves
Please don't weep
Like you have been whipped
Don't let grief own your world
Sooner or later I would be sleeping
Quietly below the ground
Away from the profligacy of life
The flowing river would wash away my name on The sand of time
I plead it be engraved on the rock of ages