Here’s an intense poem by Olaitan, her last wish to her fellow-beings, wherein she speaks of the Judgment Day, in Different Truths.
When
The gate
Of Jerusalem swallows
My spirit before dawn,
And
The breeze of Celestial realms
Fill my mortal body,
When
The grave
Awaits my flesh
To fill its mouth,
When
You hear
The joyful cry
Of all our ancestors,
Be still!
Gather your tears!
For, I leave
And judgment is done.
Picture design Anumita Roy, Different Truth
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