Too many deaths these days
Draw tears from me unconditionally
As I force myself into believing reality...
Are these all people gone for good?
Would we ever meet again?
Whom do you put your trust in?
Life is truly a transition to a world unknown
Yet we blow our trumpets out of proportion
As if this life remains fresh forever...
This world is dying out my brother,
People die like flies and its a border,
Where do we go from here, my sister?
by Asempa Abankwa Okyere
Posted by: Asempa Abankwa Okyere