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TAKEN ;He came, he saw, he conquered
An Elegy to Jerry John Rawlings
He came, he saw, he conquered.
The moon has put on her red cloth to sob in the night when her children have come beneath her light to merry and to tale.
The sky has frown at dusk to witness the great tragedy. The sun has turn dark in the day to sadly mourn in his tunnel when we want him the most. Now we run into each other in the dark brightness of the moon like the disable in the middle of the road without legs.
Jerry John Rawlings;
A leader of multiple distinction whose sacrifices have coloured colourfully all the countries of our continent has put stones in our watery mouth when we have come to the dining table to enjoy delicacies.
Death, the holder of excrescence pain has ceased our father in the middle of road and mangled him to steer our lungs.
Death, who own the key of sorrows and have the wheel of destruction has indeed be outstandingly a bad foe to us. He has hollow our eyes with a gargantuan pair of scissors and offered us the light to see while he...
He came, he saw, he conquered.
The moon has put on her red cloth to sob in the night when her children have come beneath her light to merry and to tale.
The sky has frown at dusk to witness the great tragedy. The sun has turn dark in the day to sadly mourn in his tunnel when we want him the most. Now we run into each other in the dark brightness of the moon like the disable in the middle of the road without legs.
Jerry John Rawlings;
A leader of multiple distinction whose sacrifices have coloured colourfully all the countries of our continent has put stones in our watery mouth when we have come to the dining table to enjoy delicacies.
Death, the holder of excrescence pain has ceased our father in the middle of road and mangled him to steer our lungs.
Death, who own the key of sorrows and have the wheel of destruction has indeed be outstandingly a bad foe to us. He has hollow our eyes with a gargantuan pair of scissors and offered us the light to see while he...
