By Kingsley Godstime
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When death took my loved ones
Tears clothed my eyes like a pregnant cloud
Ready to give her child to the earth
I was filled with millions thoughts
Who will I make proud
Who’ll rejoice at my success
All my effort has come to nought.
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Will I ever come out of this sea of sorrow?
Will I ever be sure of a better tomorrow?
Will my life ever be in resilience?
when it is filled with water of pestilence
Will I ever find solace
When it’s like a raging storm
Only a Miracle can amend
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I’m now a wanderer,
A vagabond all over the area
I no more think success
Or any related to greatness
All on my medulla
Is walking thousand miles
Snatch bread and possibly butter
Scare people, and of course
Laugh at ants playing football
In the spirit world…



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