It Bagan in the morning
It was seen the afternoon
It happened in the evening
At first it was like a reprimand
Second time, it was like a habit
Third time, it was like a norm
Last day, it was an episode.
After that, all I could recall
Was I, shouting and screaming,
Wait, I can explain, wait
All I could recall,
Was I, shouting, screaming
Help, help, help
After all, I could hear were the sirens
People speaking foreign tounges,
People crying, mourning, grieving
The next day, I woke up dressed in foreign curtains
Sleeping on a hard advanced base of the surface
Surrounded by peers
Surrounded by spiritual guiders
Men and women in blue Shirts
With black boots,,
Man looking like an undertaker
With a black suitcase
I never knew that, one of the days, a clap could be a kick
I never knew that, one of the days, my body could be a punching bag
I never knew that, one day my heart could be a refuse bag to be filled with all kinds of rubbish
I never knew, just didn’t know
Up until I ended up sitting on a chair permanently
Up until, a life was almost lost
Up until, an eye was lost.
I never knew.
Once something happens, it’s easily to happen again
One clap,
Two more to come.
One kick,
Six feets under
Then it is done.
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