A Voice From The Dead

 A Voice From The Dead 

I heard it in my dream,

Calling me softly;

It was

My mother speaking 

From her grave

My son! My son!

There is no heaven 

Above the clouds 

What!?

Yes!

Heaven is

In your heart!

God is no picture with 

Snow white beards

What!?

Yes!

God is that

Crippled beggar crawling

At the street corner!

There is no hell

Burning with sulphur 

And brimstone 

What!?

Yes!

Hell is that

Hate flickering 

In your heart!

(Honouring Hercules Gerald Obote)

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