Poetry

HOW I BECAME DEAD By Bada Yusuf Amoo

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

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!

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Bada Yusuf Amoo

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