@Richiewest01 26 September 2020

Not my final bus stop

This is not my bus-stop Even though my dad as the bishop Rots in prison, for with little children, he was too free. This can't be my bus-stop For after being raped since I was five, I moved on This is not my bus-stop Even now that my education has been put to a stop By a Bishop who loves what lies under children's pants. This can never be my bus-stop For dawn cannot be put to a stop How will this be my bus-stop When the air cannot stop it's business? Even now, mother rots in the hell of self pity and poverty and  Uche dies rapidly from loosing it. This cannot be my bus-stop For even in hell, there's eternity There's eternity for me. No matter what