I would bow down,
I’d ask for peace,
I would give cries to the soil,
I would seek forgiveness,
I’d ask for the removal of sadness,
I’d ask the forefathers to hear my voice,
I’d bury a seed of serenity,
Ululations I’d seek for life restoration,
I’d ask the rain to pour greatness,
For guilt is whispering,
Judgement is oozing,
I’d bury myself to respond,
The blue sky would be my grave,
If I’d preach I’d be the manure of heaven.