Poem Of The Day : No Wreaths For Me!

Go away from here from my grave you hypocrites

And shed thy crocodile tears upon stony Aphrodite

Show thy grief to Kwake Ananse, for he alone can elevate you to heights of hypocrisy

Swallow thy tears and weep for those who die  as cowards of drudgery

I am linger in Shangrilla, the haven of peace and tranquility

Where mutiny and hatred knows no perpetuity

Cry for yourselves and your maggot infested brains

Pouring deception on my grave in this rain

I am not dead, I am free like a dove on Zion

Perching on that olive branch high up over looking Babylon

Take your wreaths and decorate your court

I linger in that cold breeze that blows over your warm fort

I am in a safe place where lilies and hyacinths purge rot

A place where purity and hatred never cross path

I am in a place where fruits abound and sentiments dissipate

No wreaths for me, smile and pray for yourself

It may be your turn