By: Fathers Beress T. Chipuka

Tell me what it is
The unheard screams
And the never manifested dreams

The patience never given
Oh for our rashness , will we be forgiven?
The tears never shed
All for street cred

The chances never given
The chances never used
By our minds
We are abused

The apologies never said
Will finally flow out as last respects are paid
Truly
No one is better at killing you
Than you