So much weeping is all I hear,
And left I am only in fear:
Should I live for just a year,
Grant me Your help this stress to bear.
It seems this is the greatest test,
And as I can, I would my best,
So in the end I’ll earn my rest
As birds do in their shallow nest.
Everything in this world I lack –
In next life I will get them back;
Not even my brain will I rack
Over things I will get in pack.
When on my deathbed I will lie,
And freed from all cares as I die,
This sinful world I’ll bid goodbye
To go and take my place on high.
Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
