Let Die Young

When things go wrong,
With an ample of the bothered minds,
Lots of deceits comes calling,
Within the heart of an innocent being.

And temptations so strong,
It’s when evils arise,
When the day’s still young,
In the pits of the docile streets,
Of no employment and needs,
The spirit of demolition calls.

As early in the blue Monday,
While the brain is greatly excited
With the smell of the sweet smokes,
And the foot of the beautiful girl
Standing upside the table,
The gun full of bullets,
No stone was unturned.

Let not live long,
Because the land.

Is of the wealthy man,
And of the poor to stubborn.

Daudi Mwanambuu
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