The Wish of my Corpse

Sell in my casket those Minerals.
Receive no grant.
For all I need
is decorous burial.
Wear me not a livery
The hot quivering can be armed by Kente.


Keep the jaw of the assemblage running
With Ampesie and kontonmire
And lay in their tanks
Banku with Okro stew.
For Pizza and fried rice
employs me a security in the comfort station
rendering me homeless and useless.
Put me in the wooden Casket but not the golden one of glasses.
For my corpse benign
the black soil.


The Wawl of the orchestral group is unwitting to my ear
But my corpse nods to the lullaby of the atentenben
Let the back squirm
In and out to the beat of the big drum as u bend.
For I bask not in street dance laying me in state


Handle me gently patriots
to the destination.
The visitors know
not the cemetery.
Deep is my tomb.
But my rejuvenation is of three days.
Receive no grant.
For all I need is a
befitting burial.

By. Elvis Aseye