Murdered
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
Copyright © Chigbo Solomon Peter | Year Posted 2017
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