Monday, 12 October 2015


Dear lad, the head you would toss,
pain's sad, damn, sorry for the loss,
heavy start, the end, oh deadly gross,
grounded flat, the weight of your cross. 

Dirty score, tripped, broke your arm,
by the store, couldn't use that firearm, 
eyes all sore, it ends, served your term,
one-man war, bullets, the end's a storm!

Poem Collection
"Dear Lad"
-Andrew Mwalasha

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