NOT EVEN WHEN AM DEAD

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali Sometimes I laugh big time at your mind Shamelessly you tell your relatives Doltishly you tell your colleagues That I would come back to you begging for love Let me tell you this I am not a fool I don't want to one I will never ever be one We parted ways Not that I opted for that Your foolishness invited the bees Stop this madness Stop the nonsense Not even a fool would dance to such foolishness Several times I have caught you hammering down my dearest friends And you expect me to dance to such realms of foolishness No way, not even when am dead, go to hell