BULLET TO THE HEAD
When it’s time to kill , aim for my head
Ignore their tales, do the needful.
Let it be known and be sang
Days from now , years to come…
“Knotted ropes got old
Hungry grounds defiled home,
Arsenals with no regrets pang.
Reasoning too became sinful
Done was the needful , God bless the dead “
make sure the bullet arrives quickly
Lest your heart shrinks and I suffer.
Say your mind and make your mark
But know your time will come,
This table will turn
Someone will send you home
In daylight or in the dark
With no empathy to Offer.
Now go, choose your bullets carefully.