The bridge to pass across
the relegating river has fallen now
you have to spread your blood
to cross,the milk now taste sour
now you will have to press your breast
to drink white.
The day turns black and night turns
to red,strongly pouring fear on children.
But if there is life there is hope they say,
so where is hope to visit?
why not if there is life there is
food to stay strong?
or if there is life there is money
to buy immortality
or shelter for protection?
why not?
who will tell me why is
hope that life include?
But the answer come straight
from ancient mountain where
God resides,no sane man hope
for what is seen
we only hope for next minute
not now but hope is like
volumptuous bag that carries
good tidings
Hope is expectation of a night
without sweat
Hope is expectations of courage that will not met
Hope is expectation of bed that
will not wet.
So I say to the living that
hope a sunshine after the rain
there is a friend coming that
will stay and will not leave again
There is a honey coming to
establish joy in our bitter stomach
●ROHM 2017
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
I have to wake up early in the morning
to make my money
so as to bless my belly
but you know its nothing
It is very funny,
that when I suppose to be sleeping
my mind is found jumping
so as to be partaker of early blessing
so when my body is eternally resting,
who will maintain my company?
after gaining something
so what is my testimony
that am eternally reigning
2017
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:07 PM UTC