The dust cloud the sky
It leaves terrible signs on the way
Some refused to get along
Only few want to see for themselves
If the dust could capture nor hold
I was among the men
what surprised me was the spheres
Because it was nothing at the end
Only the dust look like a man on the chain
We breathe to see nothing again
But only the cloud
Which seems neither captured nor hold
Na so we kom de raised our hands, for our country men to pass
We were men on guards
I see what you did with pidgin there. Nice. I think you can work on your editing though. I appreciate you @johnbenn
Thank you for saying this @warpedpoetic, I am happy for your reply.