No peace, no rest and hope
But loose the rope
Though it’s hard to cope

do employ a witty scope

It’s not a good time die
Never an opportunity to lie
Better to be damn shy

And with hope eat your pie

You’re feeling pain and hurt
Some folks you know were caught
Bruised, tortured, beaten and shot

Be calm and don’t rush the food hot

The broken heart and world
though it spilled blood
shall find a hopeful word

calming the fiery sword

When falling down the slope
Don’t ever lose your hope
Knowing you can cope
Only when you loose the rope

Written by Christian Uchechukwu