Peter "Star" Owor.

Dear mother, they swear against me,
I couldn't be more sure,
I know for certain they hate me,
The keep me out and locked all doors,
And pray the cold take my soul from me.

You told me to stay away from bad friends
So you never met Oti,
He keeps pouring me this whiskey,
Soon my organs would drown and bring my end.

Mother, I loved,
With my all and my soul,
The last woman I kissed and hugged
Took my heart and left me empty,
Now I'm just bones and a big hole

I see the evil in their eyes,
Their heart as cold as Ice,
They keep plotting and singing songs of my doom,
Mother, I'm scared and alone in my room.

© Peter "Star" Owor