Guns&Dices Poem by donald kuutsi

I had a dream, God showing me the direction to reach my destination, l tried to close my ears but destiny is calling me, the guns and dices are in my hands,
They try to bring me down, they are always happy when ever they see me crying, ENOUGH, iS ENOUGH,
who ever holds my dice whilst it is rolling in the air, will smell the gun powder, the guns are always loaded my hand is on the trigger, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, POWER TO our PEOPLE, WE ARE in the new Hour,
I will always stick to the guns and dices, thats the game they want. Bring it on, in the wet sand we can play it but my dice wont sink,
on hot ashes we can roll the dice, l dont hesitate rolling the dice because l was born to be in the Game, but they are trying to bring me down, they want me to touch the sky yet the trumpet has nt been blown yet,
As long as l breath, the dice will never cease to roll, anyone who holds the dice, the Guns are always loaded, you will exhale the gun powder, this is how l roll ENOUGH, IS ENOUGH, l m now wide awake as l hold the GUNS&Dices