Sunday, February 12, 2012
Where were you?
People just kept coming, even more than a lot
Old faces, young faces, familiar faces and new faces
All dressed in black trousers, shirts, kaba and dresses
I looked around and saw some particular ones crying
All I could think in my casket was where were you when I was dying?
All I needed was 500 Cedis for an operation
No necessarily in full, could have even been a little donation
But all I heard was 'I don't have money, ask this person or that person'
I must say learning about the cruelty of man is the hardest lesson
A lady cried out and said, "We know his soul is going to heaven"
I wish I could ask her, where were you when I was dying?
When I looked at my little brother I wished I could talk
To tell him not to be like these hypocrites but to be strong as a rock
To care for people when they truly needed a hand
And trust in the Lord way more than the people all around
If you meet my brother, please tell him that I'm trying
To give him this message and that I'm happy he was beside me when i was dying