it is not death i am scared of: poem by ohikhuare isuku

There are still virgin lands
scattered around the earth;
there are still verdant hills,
exquisite plains and valleys
where my body can find rest
if death in his kindness
decides to rescue me
from life's painful grip

There are still good
women of my climes
to sing the dirge of my exit
to the travelling wind,
to the sun drowning in the sea

There are strong kinsmen
who will make my grave deep
and offer the best design
to the rim of my casket

Hence, it is not death
I am scared of,
rather it is life:
this life who has built his castle
upon the sand of injustice