Constitution for Condolence

By Wenne Madyt Dengs

I was made to make you go
You are poor less needed
I know you are my root but you are rice not a rich
What I can chew within less than a second
For me you are whom I know to be a greedy child
Poor in the heart but proud by appearance

So innocent and so claiming
That share is beyond what I know
I and my mother are under a chilly weather
Though thoughts behaves
That paper is not yours, (acie ke du)
No matter how restricted it is, it belongs to them
None but the champions

I know you are always blind when you are in need
Time is close for you to decease
Am serious and I have right to ………………………………..
Be prepared to face the light
I know the reality is that you don’t know your setback
Feeding like if you are in the circle
Special because you have doom definitions
You are going I know!

That paper made too many condolences
Funerals are not political rallies
Not even enjoyments
It is not supposed to be acknowledged
You are not inevitable
I know your house is mine though I look like your guard
You have no copy right
Rename yourself

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