I can’t breath
“Please!!”
He couldn’t get over
All that wrath he had, never
Albeit he did critical
It was so indefinite he thought he was going to die
Black in a Foreign land
Grinding, searching, to earn a grand
He left a child
So tender, so mild
He didn’t say goodbye to his wife
It gives and takes always, that’s life
If you heared dreams can shatter
Remember even Babylon did clatter
Will our demands bring up
A man lost with no pride, no thumbs up ?
Even if we say no today
But they wouldn’t want to bring a good day
Lord help us all
These they trap our soul
Busiso Charles Damian Semwayo, Zimbabwe
bsemwayo24@gmail.com
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