PRAY FOR ME

When pains like cancer infects me

Give me grace from above to spread my wings

If hardship, like an armed robber knock at my door

Give me solace to resist the shock

If death like the cop gets me arrested

I will need your prayers to get me exonerated

When the train of agony stops at my house

I shall do all things to cast it afar

When the drum of calamity echoes

I won’t think twice before I let it fallow

If my demeanour gets you upset

I beg your pardon, so I can seek redress

When the trumpet of death shall sound

I shall not wait for too long to hold my yawn

When the alarm of palava blows

I won’t waste my time, but prepare for morrow

When the bread of insecurity is served

I shall do anything to stop my breathe,

Whenever death prepares its dinner

I wouldn’t even mind, even if I get thinner

No matter the beauty of death’s colours

No one would want to use them for his/her corridor

No matter the strength of truth

A small lie can weigh it down into two.