It's seems the nails wouldn't go through. No matter how I try.
It's looks the tears wouldn't stop raining. No matter how up I dry.
The more I keep memories of you.
The more I keep advisories if you.
Gone are the days we use to be anything and everything thing, we Want to be.
Alone I m in these days in everything and anything we used to be.
I can't condone of a crime against humanity.
I can't have a bone of contention against family unity.
All asked for is to shut the door behind the probes.
All asked for is to pick your red rose robes.
Let dance to the melody playing on the radio.
Let make a stance on the podium, with the past bind us.
To we whisper the words yes I do in the audio.
©®Felix Atta Amoakoh
8/10/22
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