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Allow me tell you a story of time
Seat well and you might need a glass of wine
Not to worry at the end we will all be fine
So I won’t mind if from now you start to smile
Even thou I know this story will make you to cry

The beginning of time was so fine
Look at how everyone had no choice but just to smile
Happiness was not a choice it was a character
Joy was not an occasion it was present in every situation

The orphan had a house to stay and not under the bridge
The widow had plenty to eat and even more to share
The government had the people at heart and made it there priority
Legitimacy of leadership was not a war

This was the perfect story of time
If you allow me I will say the real story of time
This wasn’t meant to change
Happiness was meant to stay
Prosperity was supposed to dominate

Before I could rest from smiling
A tear had dropped from my eye
My brothers have been kidnapped by who I don’t know
My sisters have been raped by who I can’t tell
My village has been burnt and all that is left are the ashes of my grand parents

Am now acquainted to burial ceremonies than weeding
Months mind than naming ceremonies
I can’t even get there soon enough the roads are bad
I have lost the desire for food
But wait the government did not provide any
I now cry more than the way I laugh
Sorrow is now my habit

The virus came without our notice
The poor ran to their hurts
The rich locked up themselves in their mansions
Those abroad were dying to come home
The giants were humbled
The outspoken were silenced
The graves had new landlords
In their numbers black and white
So much that you can’t count

I thought I was the only one in this mess
I heard those from the east shouting for change
I saw those in the west calling for a revival
Those from the south talking about the their lost friends
From the north the search of our kidnapped friends
We are in pain together we are crying

I know you are crying now
Am with my face wiped too, in fact we all are crying
Are you still with that glass of wine?
Pick it up I assure you is time to dine
The prince of peace is here
He came to change the story of time
He came to revive us.
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