CONDOLENSES*

Expressing our deeply felt misery
What do we call it, empathy or sympathy?
Same political reasons for any cry
The dead burning the deceased up high

Same shape after the spring's at rest
Stretched at difficulties but as leverages
It counts on an individual not as citizens
Believe not netizens everyone is at rest

Black Africa, black misery, black nation
Individualism at the peak of the prism
Law is balanced to work in a peaceful notion
But it's of the self pity of the rich dream