AT THE FUNERAL
by ASIIMWE SAM RUHINDI
Its dawn the morning cock is
alarming
The whole land is quite and cold
Everyone is grieved and crying a river
In soft voices saying he was a good person
Slow and touching melody playing behind
Words of compassion to family of the deceased
Words like I will be there for you
This at times ends with the ceremony
It’s the time when good speeches are said
Covering your worst part of life
As they lay fine decorated wreath on you
The priest will bless your soul
As they move you down the cemetery
Where the priest will say to soil goes back soil
As they low down your casket in 6by 6 hole
In white tiles with a cross crying for the last
It’s the time they will bow down for you
Respecting the work of your hands
Saying goodbye and they will miss you
Oh yeah it’s at the funeral
The whole land is quite and cold
Everyone is grieved and crying a river
In soft voices saying he was a good person
Slow and touching melody playing behind
Words of compassion to family of the deceased
Words like I will be there for you
This at times ends with the ceremony
It’s the time when good speeches are said
Covering your worst part of life
As they lay fine decorated wreath on you
The priest will bless your soul
As they move you down the cemetery
Where the priest will say to soil goes back soil
As they low down your casket in 6by 6 hole
In white tiles with a cross crying for the last
It’s the time they will bow down for you
Respecting the work of your hands
Saying goodbye and they will miss you
Oh yeah it’s at the funeral
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