The Suicide Note
The vile note was written by me
An epitah on my tomb for everyone to see
It was written by me in an inebriated state
Then handed over by me to my mate
The note in which I signed away my life
Coaxed out of me as the media said
The note that I had before never read
I was as startled at the discovery
In the hard grip of gangsters
The note surely caused a stir
They could have easily finished me off but it was not to be
And now the note is in the open for everyone to see
My kith and kin surrounded by fear
They could not tolerate the smear
The note found in my mates locker room
Through it soon he will meet his doom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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