DON’T LET HIM DIE -BY BADA YUSUFF AMOO

He meddles lines 
Twist cords of poetry
Intermingled faith
With adventurous sunset
His own writes brought to light
His hands ripped out justice
An injustice
Don’t let him die

The blood and sweet of multitude
A Poet is a Multitude
With eternal voices
Oh the law is strong!
Apparently
Writing is a dangerous business
But don’t let him die

Astagafirullah!
Astagafirullah!!
Astagafirullah!!!
God Himself negotiates sins
Before we ever die
And the dead makes the longest demand
So, don’t let him die

And you my brothers
Do not be afraid of me
You have yourself to consider
I am doing only what I must
It is a holy crime
And life itself
Densely clouded with misconceptions

What has the Poet done to God?
Did he loot His temple?
Or did he burn His images?
A thing that silence us
That will stare to the ground

  

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