POEM: DUST MAN DUST
JO AFRICA :: THE MYCROPOST :: ANTIDOTES
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POEM: DUST MAN DUST
by Jo Africa Thu Jul 22, 2021 1:12 pm
It's just paining a lot,
On the last day I'm gonna leave this world,
It's just paining a lot,
On the last day I'm gonna say no word,
It's just paining a lot,
On the last day I'm gonna leave my beloved family.
People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be shocked, blaspheming why?
People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be laughing ‘Cos they are standing high.
Remember the serpentine,
Enjoying with my friends while drinking wine,
What about the Valentine? ,
My corpse inside golden coffin, nothing shines.
Dust man dust, dust man dust
When I think of the last
I do cry!
Dust man dust, when I think of the last
I do cry!
People will carry my coffin
To the burial ground,
The clergy man gonna say this
To the people around,
I was the best man church never had before,
I was an expert each and everything I know.
My nice cars and wife all gonna stick around
My nice shoes and suits and all that I found
Another guy will come and claim them all?
And my name shall be forgotten O my soul?
Will there be time really to say goodbye
My legal future ex-wife she gonna wonder why?
I’m gonna miss my lucrative orphan NGO
‘The time is up’ O voice of my Guardian Angel
Dust man dust, dust man dust
When I think of the last
I do cry!
Dust man dust, when I think of the last
I do cry!
On the last day I'm gonna leave this world,
It's just paining a lot,
On the last day I'm gonna say no word,
It's just paining a lot,
On the last day I'm gonna leave my beloved family.
People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be shocked, blaspheming why?
People will cry, on the day I'll die
Others will be laughing ‘Cos they are standing high.
Remember the serpentine,
Enjoying with my friends while drinking wine,
What about the Valentine? ,
My corpse inside golden coffin, nothing shines.
Dust man dust, dust man dust
When I think of the last
I do cry!
Dust man dust, when I think of the last
I do cry!
People will carry my coffin
To the burial ground,
The clergy man gonna say this
To the people around,
I was the best man church never had before,
I was an expert each and everything I know.
My nice cars and wife all gonna stick around
My nice shoes and suits and all that I found
Another guy will come and claim them all?
And my name shall be forgotten O my soul?
Will there be time really to say goodbye
My legal future ex-wife she gonna wonder why?
I’m gonna miss my lucrative orphan NGO
‘The time is up’ O voice of my Guardian Angel
Dust man dust, dust man dust
When I think of the last
I do cry!
Dust man dust, when I think of the last
I do cry!
Jo Africa- The Boss
- Posts : 90
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Age : 38
Home Town : Buturi, Mara, Tanzania
Current Job : Tanzanian Reggae Artist, Poet & School Teacher
Residence : Mbeya, Tanzania
Biography : Jo Africa was born in Buturi, Mara, Tanzania on October 4, 1985. He graduated from Teofilo Kisanji University, Mbeya City, Tanzania in 2015 (Bachelor of Arts with Education) and had a Postgraduate in IT Programming from St. Petersburg State University, Russia (2018). He is a Reggae Artist, Poet & School Teacher. -
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