THEY ARE MY IMAGE.
I love the people all; l love them much.
They are the picture that shows man himself.
They have the wishes that l have in me,
sometimes achieved but often cause great grief.

They feel afraid of time just as l do.
The passage of its days casts them in rage.
I see them in my clothes with their scared hearts
and share with them life's jail with its steel cage.

I see their fear of ends and where they lead.
Can that dark earthly house grant them delight?
They fear the darkness here how can they bear
to stay the endless time deprived of light?

I love their looking askance how next life
will be for them when they ascend up there.
Will they see parents and those dear to them
and meet the life they've always deemed so fair?
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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