Efe Benjamin

(Nov.19,1985 / Delta State, NIGERIA)

' I Will Make You Cry


I will make you cry
In the night, at dawn
Or everyday of your life
I will make you blush
When you fall in love
You see wrong in every song
You look in the mirror
Embed in your own vision
Your love for self only
Like government in human polity
Careless for hungry masses
Lunatics in sunday churches
Religion cum petty trading
But you don't know a thing
Satan will laugh over your folly
Don't you have fleeting desires
In dark you turn from godly messiah
And I will make you cry
In the morning, at night
Or everyday of your life
I will make you mourn
When you'd denied me love.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 11, 2014

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