Comments about Frank Nangame
Sun will rise to shine tomorrow
The sensation pain in vein drains hollow
We all stare and glare at windows
Is there redemption for our sorrow?
Nor manicure to heal, the sorrow?
Thus sun watching pardons the pain slower, slow?
Is death sweetest solution to follow?
When arms remain shorter, take care
Society shows no mercery, love nor care
Some don't apologize '' being careless''
To care less turns main theme, no less
Why more orphans aged, homeless?
And more cries of all yet are payless
Am looking for answers not questions!
Am human just stay in...