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POETIC SATURDAY {ALBERTO OKUTI}
BMT MUSIC
SOMETIMES, ITS SOMEHOW.
Sometimes,
I'd just want to sleep.
And wake no more.
Sometimes,
I'd just want to stay away from life
and be dead alive.
For so many times,
I'd just want to be so quiet
and remain mute
in my noisy thoughts.
Thinking about
how friends live in hates.
Seeing brothers keeping apart
in absolute variations
that puts hatred closed to love.
For a million times now,
I've prayed a thousand spells
before I could close my eyes
to open my heart
to a hundred of cries
from ten smiles.
Seeing ugly faces
from beautiful feaces.
Rearing one religion,
from several sins.
Using numerous rights
to perfect various wrongs.
Reaping an earth of lives
to avenge a death in hell.
Keeping farther
what is closer
to none.
Seeking noble wisdom
in arrant ignorance.
Dying a million times,
just to live a life.
Sometimes,
its somehow.
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