Suicide Poem by thobani masuku

Impotent m inds that do sucumb to strain And opt often for seemingly brave betr way To eschew the endles stres of a cruel world It were betr a malt to dull the mind, than death to expres despair at futility, at stature shame There is only too often beyond all despair secret from our minds for veiwing the darkr fair If melodrama, shame is cast aside a spell A way, keeping in mind who hold in care These lives, the aftrmath of a cruel end A strong wil is admirable, not in a grave When the simulacrum, soil, is all thats there To be revered in tribute to care, erstwhile friends Yet is shade again a tear of hurt fo self hurt 0Of an important peer that did to stress sucumb.