by Raymond Kibiwot Bundotich on Friday, 27 August 2010 at 20:04 ·


Even if you cry black won’t be white

In time you’ll realize it’s too late to fight

If the person is gone, the war is lost

Swallow the knife;let go! Get up! Move on!

Doesn’t matter how much tears you shed

Still blood will be red; once dead always dead.



Living everyday, we fight a losing war

Since everybody ends up in a wooden box,

People come, people go

Whether you love them, whether you love them not;

Everybody lives to die.



There’s no death that is never too sudden

Every death comes sooner than you think,

It’s the magic of death;

So don’t waste your time crying, its pointless.

Tears don’t resurrect the dead.