When my eyes shut tight,

And only silence my ears can hear,

When darkness has engulfed my light,

Sing me a song, but don’t shed any tears.

When my body is active no more,

Please, let me rest;

For I’m gone for a reason,

Only God knows the best.

When you see me lying in the coffin,

Don’t say anything, or do not think I’m not there.

Search around the village,

You will find me everywhere.

When you are singing my dirge,

Pick up my books and read this poem.

Read it from your heart, but don’t cry.

Tell everything about the poet I was to them.

When I’m being laid into the grave,

Tell the crowd that I don’t need their flowers.

Cause where the hell were they,

When I feasted from morning to night on nothing but hunger?

Let’s keep their condolences;

Let them not mourn for me.

For me, let them shed no crocodile tears,

Cause where I am, I’m glad that I’m now free.

This was written by our contributing writer, Emmanuel Gleekia.