Burn down the Sea.
Peter "Star" Owor.

I saw her last on the boat,
We kissed goodbye,
I cried touching those rose red cheeks one final time,
Before you layed to rest at the bottom of the sea.

Bastard sea,
Wicked soul displayed in the storm,
Never again,
Never would I have a thing to do with you,
Let my thirst kill me,
Let my own stench suffocate me,
Let me boil my yams with my sweat,
And make stew with my blood,
Let me keep away from the one that took my love.

© Peter "Star" Owor