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Died before her time
I was told she wanted the best
To live a life her parents never had
but she found the wrong friends
Everything was like Christmas morning
The forest was on fire
but she never knew
Blind eyes, stubborn heart
Red eyes, blue eyes
The world loved her
but a trap it was
Baiting the fish to come closer
She was already a loser
The same friends became patriots
Many ran away without a trace
Life is a spiritual race
not a physical one
Fooled and brainwashed by vanities
She forgot her duties
And now her blood stains the floor
How long will you live to enjoy vanities?
My sisters out there, stop dancing
Your hope is fictitious
Find purpose, God will compose
Only a fool will try to manage his life
for his ways will never
cease to be a shooting strife.
© Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
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