Return Dear Bn
RETURN DEAR BN
Its twelve oclock, night time
I emerged from my dummy isolation, a lone sleep
Since the the dawn of the gone day
When I heard Osama died
I could never believe, how lone my soul...
The world was thousand ages apart
Now I feel what the dead has missed
For this I call for one thing
Payment, pay me back my coin
Thats for those concern, not me
He who takes a life should be demanded life
Not through the horror we crave
Put him to law, law laugh and law cry to him
When he feels the echoes of it
Father shall clean his filthy heart
And make him fishers of men
And make him growers of men
And make him a new man
Death is not a price
Repentance is the payment for it
I wish he lived to tell a story
For my ears to hear, for my pen to write
For the future to adore
Not for the old bleak deeds, but the new ones
Copyright © Lamptey Godson Kofi | Year Posted 2011
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