Africans say that death is a rob everyone has to wear
But it's the same Africans who
Cry their hearts out
Drum their heads over
Hurt themselves
And call masses for the fast time
Even your enemy will feel sad
The sound of death scares everyone
We never cry about the death no
We cry because of the person who has seized
That person we all loved and cherished
That now are made blind dump and deaf
Whose presence on earth is now short lived
And even if u talk she will listen
But She won't answer
That leaves us struggling
That leaves us lonely
And this gives death a terrible sound above them all
👣Boy Fidel Leon 👣
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Mr.Poetic
PoetryThis piece poetry does the impossible It makes the loveless feel loved Dooms haters Zooms u back to reality Makes u smile Even if its for a sec It is worth the hustle
