Condemned But Not Condemned
A tiny bite puts heat to grow a fight
from head to toe, the body is low
all’s good and fine but seen in a bad sight
name gets fat by a bad pump like a dough
cut is the mind even in its might
hate, lies, cheat and a perv all in this row
his hand of sin puts any in a plight
he is, cos of no mum and dad and so?
eats the sour pill to be bad for fun
a once good soul will soon run and be gone
as once tidy eyes so holy now mourn
a big turn on this road will mend the breech
one step at a time, be as near the reach
come, be part of us, that is all we preach.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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