Shame On You Mr Death

As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs
          With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat
          And the hands whose stiffness, unimaginable for sight
          I recalled the first day, he bought my suit neat

          I see truth in my thinking, that his weakening untimely
          For his smile is now, covered in his folding face
         With an entire head sliced, I still doubt promisingly
         What his sin to the suffered?For what to snatch his lace? 

Uncle John had once promised, a share of my father’s
My fee and the day he failed, Sacks of maize grains converted
On a tuk tuk he committed, for my school fee luggage
His clouding come by mailed, a signal for good starters 
 
                         He seems to perish just before, as his tears red of blood
                         And his crying voice somber, sober he was before sleep
                         His sunken eyeballs erase the hopes, of my University portion
                         For in my mother’s funeral, he committed a help

          The driver who was not fair, his money best wife
          Death to me wasn’t fair, since I thought he would
          Make to breath and good, to play back a beautiful life
          Uncle left uncle left, having remained but in tatters

          Next time so special, as you drive keep watch
          For if feet were our wheels, and blood in veins petrol
          The best catch god has given, wouldn’t run as such
          Shame on you Mr. Death, you sweep even the best.

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