Now Is Time
Lay me
down in pastures green,
Before
the Sun with utter madness burns,
And all
grass to brown dry.
Set me
under the shade; beneath the leafy tree,
Before
all its leaves,
Scorched
to the ground fall.
Let my
soul wallow in mud,
Playfully, interacting with wet earth,
Because
soon, only dust remains of life.
Gerry Sikazwe
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