I suddenly woke up
To the wailing sound of Dimendo.
the first one I gladly captured
but the last two,
I graved in my heart.
Snakes are not the poison in our lives
but the deep depth that lies before us and our creator
they matched ,
paid to the memories of no tomorrow
sorrowfully or joyfully ,I can't tell
we arrived happily to see the pitiful dancing ,
to the rhythm of disaster
hurt back to the echo
a strong soldier
into the grave a bold individual
to the ages no successor
the creator will tell
poisoned🐍 in the morning,
glory she lives
the white man indulged in him wisdom and understanding
In the female chauvinism,
she disappoints me
drank into the world
she was in what she might be
smoking in the dark as a preferred career
Intoxicated friends but pressured her
fumes and flames are the order of the day
For the cats not to allow the rat to trouble around
Is a great blessing in disguise not poison
Now we see our responsible parents,
we salute them for they controls the poison in our lives.
I suddenly turned on my bed
as I reflect on the drugs, drinks and their ruins
I turn over stomach flat
reflecting on the misteries of blessings
I took for granted
If strict parental guardance is very poisonous
then I want a bag full of venom
No fun and wasting around with the cold world
promising future we await
I sleep on praying 🙏