Fridays Paradise
Morning breaks through the door
like restless pigeons jumping up and down on the floor
Destiny doesn’t know which way to choose
But paradise sits calmly on the ice and melts slowly as
Strange phenomena explode in the sky.
Doors open wide and gun shots pelt like
Rain beating on windowpanes
men with gun drawn chasing one another in the lane
And paradise was not the same; people began to scream and
riddles bullets bodies lie next to the stream as men create
Mayhem at dawn, and blood running like flood on the open lawn.
dead bodies lament over their lost dreams, with mouth
Open wide and their weapons attached to their sides.
They have been planning for months to spill revenge in the street
And disrupts the cities heartbeat
Havoc roars like hungry s in the street,
screaming and bawling resonates from afar
And weeping and sobbing penetrate the clouds
And heaven was no more,
the sun disappears and the universe
Starts to fear, men of sorrows cover their head
And the elderly grip tightly to their bed
While bullets continue to blaze over their head
Total confusion grips the town and the villagers starts
running around with sticks and stones
and baton, to confront the rogues.
There was just nowhere to hide
the gun men took over the street
and some of them uses empty house to cover
With long guns pointing out the window
The morning has left me soaking wet
without a chance to catch my breath
Friday’s paradise has lined the sky
but I am not yet ready to die
The world is moving around on a thin line
but I am convinced that
Everything will be just fine.
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