WHEN I DIE(A POEM ON REINCARNATION)

When i die,
i will not be food to earthworms and cankerworms,
buried six feet beneath my first love,
waiting for my suit to turn dust,
my soul sent to oblivion
and all that is left is the stone placed above my head;
Father
Husband
Brother
Son
passed on to the great beyond,
they say death is the end of every man,
that it brings with it
freedom from earth weight and heavy burden
placed not only on me but on everybody
but i am not my body;
i am a soul in a body,
a manifestation of the creator,
an unwinding path in a thorn filled world,
so, when i pass,
passed on to a greater light,
i will revel in all glory and splendour,
shine brighter than the firmament
and i will take my place in the night sky,
amongst them who are called Gods will i take my place;
where eternity is for all
and time is but an illusion.
I will not be stuck in the illusion of heaven and hell;
man made fictions,
created to further increase the fraction among us;
brothers against brothers
sisters against sisters
mothers against son
fathers against daughters,
all for the entertainment of our defined Gods
who watch in excitement as we battle against each other beliefs
all for a chance of eternal bliss in a glory hole,
No!
I will journey to the spirit realm;
where purity is at its peak
and my maker awaits
but if imperfections is found in me,
i will put on a new suit,
make my way to the path of the light
until perfection is one with me.

In my next incarnation.
I will not be a Nigerian
I will not be an African