a Prophecy

..When I bite the dust
Don't stand at my grave to
mourn me,
I am in a small,-
safer room where sadness,
Loneliness and woes dwell not.
Don't cry for me,
I didn't die of cancer
--or brain tumor, hold your
sympathy!
I am happy here:
Don't sing for me, I won't dance!
But rejoice with me cause I
Dance no more in shameful tone
Be glad,
I am free from swimming
In the tears and throes of love
I am free from the world where
true love
is been deprived by
Tribes and family history
I am free from the world
Where two colours are in a
War
against one another
If anyone asks of me
Tell them I am not dead
But I see them from above--
Tell them I left the world for
A purpose but reveal the truth
To my mother. Tell her I lost
...my soul In the battle of love.
__________________~Aiyemarex