Not the End                –           by Steve Reid

Darkness… how long before my watery grave?

I no longer smell decay.

Words now heard jumble, bounce, fade, mindlessly.

I am going.

Mighty Ancestors…am I forsaken?

Once strong friends and enemies alike, now shackled, bundled in dissonance.

Dethrone by despots, despised, despairing, dispatched.

My time is up, spirits gather.

Comfort I Jah!

The righteous shall not be forsaken.

Thou will be the reincarnated souls

to restore our Majesty.

Spirits invade tomorrows’ children!

Selah.