My heart sickens in despair
Trembling to burst
Mama sing me to cradle
To rest from fertile deaths
That spring like waterfalls
To run from trembling truths
That trickle in my deafening ears,
Malicious lies that tangles
the blood of brothers and dust of riots.
Death has placed no advert
yet it has got all the attention,
All shoving to see his show
without a return ticket
Making death rich in a progressive pace.
See him walk masjestically
Entering and leaving our hearts
on a red carpet courtesy.
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