Death Made A Crime Poem by Abayomi Okemakinde
Death Made A Crime
Death made a crime,
Cut the leg to climb,
Towards the Might,
With the hatchet in his hand.
Death made a crime,
Put less to the Try,
All run some-while,
With the hatchet in his hand.
Death made a crime,
Hold worry in the mind,
wrong does anytime,
With the hatchet in his hand.
Death made a crime,
Who can challenge his try,
jail his might,
With the hatchet in his Hand
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