As soon as I stood this morning the day made her demands
I paid what I owed in effort
It was a hard pay
Then I walk home ( to the bus )
There is something about my walkbout nature
That feels at peace
Walking through streets
But I didn’t feel dah tonight
It was just tension
Like a choke
You want to scream
But
But the palm of life around your neck
Fatality gripping
Silence pressing
It was the rancid hand of death
Triggered by Triggers
It was an alley not the school last night
But the same chiren seeing
Triggered by triggers again
No chatter
Just tension
Like mourning
Di night black and silent
