SUICIDE

A cruel disease
To both the living and the ceased.
A ghost that lives in the mind

Though known but given less mind!
A fierce bullet that never looses its target
It shoots and splits into debris

The Devil that lives in air
How shall humanity escape this calamity?
It has so much energy

It has divorced us with loved ones
We mourn its damage everyday
Recently it has in its claws a man,

A man I thought he was man enough
Man enough to fight n win battles.
But here lays a man of high magnitude!

An obituary will be read
And everything he left behind will be relics.
The monster is with pride parades

Parades trophies and triumphs.
Humanity stand firm on the ground!
Humanity prepare ur guns!

Let's all unite against the Enemy!
Suicide ur throne is under attack
Better surrender before it's too late!

Victory is no more yours But us!
The whistle has been blown
For suicide the exit to be shown!