IF DEATH WAS A HOTEL

If death was a hotel I would have made more than a reservation.

I would have stood tall at the very entrance and asked the receptionist to get me a waitress.

 I would have asked to meet the monster that runs this twisted lifeless institution.

I swear if death was a hotel, I would have given it depression worser than that of a dress who failed to fit in her wedding dress, on her most special occasion.

 

If death was a hotel I would have stood tall, with my head held high,

Walked straight into its darkest parts with the bravely of a man staring at a blue sky.

If death was a hotel, I would have made more than a reservation,

I would have called out the man who built this life threating institution,

Set fire to his soul till he his gave his honest confession,

If death was a hotel, the manager would have died with hypertension.

 

If death was a hotel I would have made more than a reservation,

I would have booked a suite for more than two.

I would Have Invited all the family members that have passed and asked them for wisdom that’s never been taught in school.

I swear if death was a hotel, I recon it’s where we will all be running to.

 

If death was a hotel, life would have been a planet,

Choice would have been a continent,

And love the rarest of minerals,

If death was a hotel, we would have never funerals,

 

If death was a hotel all the suffering would have been minimal,

If death was a hotel all the street kids would have homes,

I swear if death was a Hotel, I would have worked walked with the pride of a king extremely biblical,

If death was a hotel, the world would have been a complicated place.

• Emmanuel Rayan Daka (Le Red InkHeart)