NO EXCUSES

A jealous husband is like A ticking time bomb 

Wind up with rage 

Ignite with fury and revenge 

Nothing can stand in his way

Sorry is unacceptable 

Two thousand degree

And his anger is just heating up

He lives and breathe 

The air of death

He dreams of the day of execution 

His deepest desire 

Is the taste of blood

The blood of the adulator

The life of his soul's enemy

Sleeping with his wife

Is like entering the world

As a stillborn 

Dead at conception .

By

Wilford Barker.