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Shame On You Mr Death
As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat And the hands whose stiffness, unimaginable for sight I recalled the first day, he bought my suit neat I see truth in my thinking, that his weakening untimely For his smile is now, covered in his folding face With an entire head sliced, I still doubt promisingly What his sin to the suffered?For what to snatch his lace? Uncle John had once promised, a share of my father’s My fee and the day he failed, Sacks of maize grains converted On a tuk tuk he committed, for my school fee luggage His clouding come by mailed, a signal for good starters He seems to perish just before, as his tears red of blood And his crying voice somber, sober he was before sleep His sunken eyeballs erase the hopes, of my University portion For in my mother’s funeral, he committed a help The driver who was not fair, his money best wife Death to me wasn’t fair, since I thought he would Make to breath and good, to play back a beautiful life Uncle left uncle left, having remained but in tatters Next time so special, as you drive keep watch For if feet were our wheels, and blood in veins petrol The best catch god has given, wouldn’t run as such Shame on you Mr. Death, you sweep even the best.
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