Tomorrow never come.
Adorable sun never set.
But come if you will never harm,
And set if you will never hurt.
Terrors of this evil world,
Cruel and wickedness of beings
Leave me nervous and overwhelmed.
I would fly if I had wings.
Death is no longer remarkable.
Death of my fellows terrifies me.
Youngsters’ death ain’t remarkable.
Who knows? Maybe I’m the next.
I gotta pray, obey and prepare.
Since death is a snare.
This post was submitted by Khaya.