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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What will you say If you heard that I have been murdered Brutally battered on the street of Gudu That same place where provides me Both the distractions and the cash What will you say If you heard that I belong to A gang of loose maniacs Whose chief aim is thuggery and theft And parades the symbol of black axe While my kins think of me as a venturer In a land ayor How did it happen Oh Gudu, you who men looked up to As an avenue for wealth and solutions Has for a second year running Become the stage where souls are slain By these loose maniacs Some said they heard a gunshot Another said no, I saw it all The bullet refused to kill A mighty stone to the skull did it all As I screamed and called for help I can hear the cracking of bones The bones of my own skull He who shielded the bullet could not shield the dagger and stones As I was giving up the ghost I was caught up in a trance As I saw my responsibilities And a clear sight of my dreams evaporating It dawned on me, my recklesness and irresponsibility But now the milk is spilt What will I say To my creator....... What excuse would I give Then I remembered the preacher preach Of sins and forgiveness Of hell and heaven Of demons and angels Of torments and bliss Then I was encapsulated in terror As I know not where my path might lead Then I heard a voice But didn't get what it said Because I had given up the Ghost
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