Like a cloud of smoke and dust that vanishes away into the deep horizon of the city lies a stalker of man.Many have fallen prey to it.who are your stalker of man.
From some distant land lies sorrow for many.Who are you that causes man to fall into distress. I am a night stalker a killer by day and night.Am I suppose to visit them in times of joy.No!! I am the killer of giants,who stalk them within their premises.
Death in the city is my second name.I am what I am,called by many names,that brings chill sorrow and cries to many.Suicide, they call me at times. I visit the protected and unprotected, rich and poor.I am the judge to many ,Depression, Depression, Depression, Depression, they always call me.
Am I to be called by those names. Am I to be worst feared in the community who am I to you ,I am the Giant slayer in the community of confusion and hate.
Cry my beloved country, so stained with blood and tears.Many are left orphaned because of suicide. What is the solution to the community. Should we bring the justice of rope to hang. I don't know ,I don't care and I don't understand. Should they bring counselling to curb this....
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