Poetry

HOW I BECAME DEAD By Bada Yusuf Amoo

Written by Editor

Men stopped the storms abruptly
And hung the cause on God in sky
Holiness, faith, and all I cannot mentioned
Are the covering letters of hypocrisy
Then I became dead

We blend like colour of rainbow
But men came and built a wall
To create emotional stand still
And set the sun at prime
Then I became dead

They told her to remove my heart
And I saw my blood on her palm
Do not beg her, do not hurt her, please
I have trust someone I should never trust
Then I became dead, she cries!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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