Treasure Island

Maxim Muyu

(2nd July / 1981 nairobi)

I Still Can Never Believe


I cannot believe,
I cannot believe,
That my relative's and kith's do me that,
Sincerely in all my awakening,
This temple was under attack,
Why lie?
Ever since I grew on earthly dwelling,
Realised all the hard lessons,
I cannot believe,
That my relative's could do me that,
I can never lie,
That they must be lyeing when they attacked me,
This is the glory never fading,
Let the law come by justice,
When I believe that my lover's could do me wrong,
Deliverance is awaiting me,
When I'm alone in the streets,
This is my definition in society,
That we got to kill these false spirits.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011
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