Dzorgbevoe

Should I wail Should I Scream?

It is shocking it is sad

Should we call it a tragedy or Dzorgbevoe?

A household has torn apart

And the falcon cannot hear the falconer

Who is to stand in for who?

Who is to put who beneath the earth?

Who shall we talk to? And

Who will hear what has happen to us with us?

Alas two great entities

Should we call it normal? Or

We say is one of those things?

Men and women, boys and girls, kids, infants and toddlers

Has gather from all walks of life

Just to see what sadagati (death) has brought on our household

Everyone say one thing or the other

Who can tell what exactly befall our household?

Oh Dzorgbese Lisa

Why have you treated us thus?

Who will take me high so I can question Sogbolisa (God)

Our questions are rhetorical

They cannot be answered

What is man that he might keep all treasures on earth for himself?

II

Alas what I feared most has come upon my house

Is so very hard to say bye bye

It’s something that the heart of a mortal can never tolerate

But is something that has come upon man

Oh Dzogbev4e!!! Oh Dzorgbevoe!!!

This is what Dzorgbevoe and Dzorgbese

Has brought upon our house

Who is ready to answer our rhetorical questions?

Hmm!!!

Should we call it a tragedy, Dzorgbese, Dzorgbevoe

I come to agree that “Dzorgbevoe menya ame o”

Whether young or old anyone can fall a victim

What a life full of tragedies!!! 

COOL BREEZE IN THE WINTER

I'm totally in the distance,

Viewing life as if I lived it.

I mean I try to forget what I've gone through in the past,

And I'm quick to admit,

I hunger for a love that will last.

I appear dead to the majority of the crowd,

I'm fine with carrying a cloud.

Sometimes it needs to shower in my world,

Because I feel that too much sunshine can ultimately kill.

A cool breeze in the winter whispers in my thoughts,

My words are beginning to mold into iron with bullets ready to sniper off.

Confused already, I know I brings it deep,

Too bad only a few recognize the truth inside of me.

 I remain silent for the remaining time I have left in this world,

 Because only God knows when it's my time to go.

If you are afraid of dying, then you are not living right,

 I'm not afraid to go, just not going without a fight.

A cool breeze in the winter is meditation on my brain.

So judge me if I light up a joint

I'm just temporarily trying to ease the pain