We blow balloons with holes on them,
blowing minds without sanity in them,
went to war with poetry, got paper cuts,
won't aid bruised lips, after a hard talk!
Take my hand, I'll take you for a walk,
you broke promises, and broke hearts,
look, this world is meant for the brave,
sometimes, it's much easier in a grave!
"Poetic Execution"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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