Frown cloud was moving with the crowd
Outlined the casket as the hours fly
To fifteen hundred; the fifteenth of MAY.
It was clear that Cobby is truly gone
Six feet was ready and the Amen's ray penetrated,
Into the chamber of my emptiness.
Dirt dropped on the casket, an emotion
I couldn't mask so i clearly displayed.
The crowd began shrieking; “Amazing Grace.”
Whiles broken dreams were wandering the Havens,
Spent days of the old opposed dead young ones;
One breathes the other bleeds
But both floating on the ticket of a bad day.
The eyes of Esi and Paa Kwesi defined it more
Their faces crowded the images on my mind;
A day so scary I couldn’t take, so
I left behind and I trod away with
The hurt days of my mortality
This awakening page is what I read that MAY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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