CRY NO MORE

Late is who they call you

because you can't breath nomore

as the casket passes on silently

on the hands of the innocents

and those who came to say goodbye

i cry nomore

On they moved

step after step slowly by slowly

and closing the gap between 

the shallow sacred hole and them

as the passers-by watch in silence

as they filled the air with cries

but i can't cry no more

Finally settled in the small home

one by one the crowd filled the empty

spaces in thhe next to be called homage

begining with the kinship

then followed the onlookers

the still trees whispered to the others

as a smooth wind blows across the branches

cries break the silence

as the deceased finally settled

and the servant gave His words

from the begining of the sacred writing

engraved down to become a strict religion

in the begining was the word

then light and darkness 

to make it a separate day and night

that made me cry nomore

That's all our passage

and by His will we shall

all go back to where we belong

born of human flesh yet made of soil

six feets under ground is our destination

and back into the dust we will go back

coz that's where we all come from nothing

and i'll weep nomore

                    #Okelopieces