How I yearn for life beyond this life!
Life where bleeding wounds are covered not opened further,
Life where oil is never added to a burning house,
Life where smiles don’t kill yet build a growing seed,
Life where every seed that grows is watered upon,
Life where a cup overflows to fill other cups.

My heart bleeds for the the broken guitar strings,
The sweet melody it released known as past,
Its laments are heart piercingly painful to me,
Can it be fixed or is it too late to mend it back to life?
Only God knows the future of this broken guitar,
Hopefully, He is listening to its sorrow-filled laments.

An unexpected turn of tables has surfaced,
Humour is now the one at the receiving end of mockery,
Its reason for existence is trashed to shambles,
Why would it not if tragedies are now trending memes,
May justice be served on your case dear pal,
Otherwise your calling will be lost forever!

Dreams I was told you come true,
Only to discover that they were wrong about you,
Why did you manipulate us into believing in you?
Why do you only favour the least and leave the rest?
You’re one of the reasons the guitar strings are detached,
You detached yourself from souls that believed in you,
You sold them infertile seeds you claimed they produced.

Maybe I’m asking for too much but I’ll ask,
Can we be birds of the same feathers and fly together,
Can the mockingbirds be silenced for peace sake,
Can vultures stop preying on the helpless,
Can dogs receive non kicks when it’s already down,
Can seeds of harmony and unity be distributed?

We are slowly succumbing to immature death,
The thrill of life is slowly fading to many souls,
We hide behind lives we claim to lead in social medias,
Truth be told, we are bleeding prefusely,
We are not dying physically yet emotionally we are already dead and buried,
We can only be described as nothing else but a dead rose,
How unfair life can sometimes be!