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3 am drowning in tears of sorrow
Looking at tomorrow but there is no arrow
Sometimes wondering if living
Is worth a damn thing
...

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust
...

They appear to be white

They claim to be right
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Life, love what to choose
The confusion came that day
That day were I failed to choose
Yes! When I first saw you, everything became grey
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I feel this anger boiling inside
Like a kettle water boils inside
As darkness grows in this fertile soil
All the isolation is the seed buried into the soil
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I remember his conviction
I remember the press all over him
And us like flies all over a dead cops
In one day my life changed
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When emotions pile up
When anger build up
When a friend is not a friend
When darkness overpowers my world
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What to use, poison,
Shall I use a gun?
When the sadness arises
When madness arises
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I don't believe in ghost
Yet am more than just a host
They say death is fear
But through his death, am free
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The long fallen generation
The strong fighting generation
The generation that had a mission
The generation that had a vision
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Sometimes pleasure is violence
As my dignity and humanity grows a distance
Sometimes the smell of blood
Fills my ego, as hate and its flood
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sounds of screams
Everytime his home drunk
His soul is truly black it seems
His inferiority lashes when he think
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The Best Poem Of GALEED MAGAGULA

Man's Voice

3 am drowning in tears of sorrow
Looking at tomorrow but there is no arrow
Sometimes wondering if living
Is worth a damn thing
Trying to take words, yet none comes out
If life is a game for other, well am out
Am out of courage to hope for better
Still lost in living and dying which is better
I still wonder, do man have a voice?

This is a man's world, well they say
If then, even we man don't have say
As we sit and watch our kids given
To another cause they have money
What about the ones given
Cells cause they didn't have money
To give them after making love
We lost and can't see a prostitute
From the woman we claim to love
My word is nothing and hers is absolute
Do man really have a voice?
It's true woman die in the hands of scums
But what about man that dies in women's
Hand but police record it as self defense.
When is the right time for man to defend,
If we do we are jail, we are without defense
This shit makes no sense at all
Am writing this, knowing is waste of inck
Cause we very well it's not gonna stick
They scream louder but we die harder that all.

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