People are going through a lot,
And a lot is going through them,
Hunger and starvation live in the streets,
Skirts and trousers are frustrated.
Death flies on many roofs,
Projecting suicide,
Hanging, his channel of transition,
He ended it, out of frustration.
Will his soul rest in peace?
He has gone home in piece,
Far from the high cost of living,
To a place of peaceful torment.
Though we tarry in suffering,
But suicide is not an option,
Stay strong, never give up,
Faith keeps us hopeful.
Rest in peace, son of man from Jos.