Devilish
Oh! I realized!
Thee that chew like goat,
struggle like stool
emptying the plantation of most Highest,
Gazing each sacred night
Gadding the night
stabbing souls
thy prayers must die.
Thee that sleep the light,
rise the dim
holding conference
Gazing the dim for food,
chewing and chew
thy homo thy accommodation
thy prayers must die.
Thee that injected us with charm breeze
killing our days and future
seeing unseen
doing the job of Angels
with no entrust
thy prayers must die.
Thee that bad us
no fear to Highest
all they done His present
With thy empowered spirit
may the Highest snack thy soul
wash thy pumping fire
which minded thy collapse
thy balcony heart of volcanic
These will mark us annoy at hereafter
when death open the gate to second.
'Amin'
poem by alfusainey Sonko
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