Let us pray for the souls of these Suckas! 

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Haiku poem by Mr.Tariq

It’s time we all pray

For the souls of these Suckas 

Dear GODS hear our prayers 

They’re all around us

Roaming the secular world

Lost in space sinning

Two faces  grinning

Lying to you & themselves

Sucka behavior 

The bridges they burn 

Don’t light up any pathways

They turn  the skies gray

They are full of hate

Lacking a whole lot of love 

A whole lot of hugs

These Suckas need prayer

And they don’t even know it 

They’re too blind to see

They’re too woke to dream

They know nothing about team

They’re too  gassed like steam

Needing & pleading

A whole lot of redemption

Deep down reflection

It’s time we all pray

For the souls of these Suckas 

Dear GODS hear our prayers