Dead Dog
DEAD DOG
For decades this dung fouls the air
Sabotaging our sniffs of the dew scents
The peace we know had risen against us
Standing on our toes like a prodigal Son
Calling from Afghanistan to Pakistan
Dirges for our generation
It has been long, it has been painful
And endlessly, there was one thing
Everywhere of our nooks
His calls sounds bells of hell
His quests smells like blood
Splashing it on every white tomb
Not knowing he exalts martyrs bones
They died in blood of ice
Cold and innocent
Ah, Ah, Ah! those bullets
Thanks he took the last roullette
The end of Osama
A birth of a Lion King, the reign of Obama
Dear world, Offer me a gourd of palm wine
To plead the fishes to mourn him to eternity
Till father grant him a final hearing
As I wait for his reincarnated soul.
Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2011
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