It’s been a millennium
And it still lingers in my mind
Like a reality rewind
But it’s only a dream
That is devoid of hope

If I meet the Grim Reaper today
It will be an emotional dilemma in heaven
Like gnashing of teeth and ole
Where tears of joy and pain hug along
Like a perennial river of Nile

As a man of the soil half animate
And to my life lacks rhythm
For there’s no spirit world
And earth world communions
Because there’s no him, her and nuptial nexus

I’m surrounded by men of great virtue
Around the night fire with traditional beer
Throwing salutations after the big day
But it’s only a dream
That is devoid of hope.