POEM OF THE DAY POST MORTEM He hung himself and his babies that night Cos death always comes when the time is right Go to bed little lives before you again cheat your fate On a gray evening, open your mouths, your end to taste Daddy was told that he had cancer of the brain So he chose to take your life and flush it down the drain. Sleep now little lives and sway alongside your father Hang from the roof and end it all rather Dont you wish you were never ever born? Cos who will look after you after your daddy is gone? L. EKINGA
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 06:09:17 +0000
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