Baskadia

Africa's heart, a story unfolds,

Silent echoes of a rising star, untold.

A melody silenced, a soul laid bare,

A tale shrouded in whispers of despair.

Mohbad, they called him, a voice so pure,

His music touched hearts, his lyrics endure.

But envy's grip tightened in the shadows cast,

Colleagues turned adversaries, the die was cast.

Some say they bullied him, torment unkind,

Others whisper dark tales of drugs that bind,

Seeking a path different, away he yearned,

From labels tainted by vices unearned.

Now chants reverberate, "Justice for Mohbad",

Sorrow in their voices, hearts heavy and sad.

His spirit lingers, seeking truth to claim,

A search for justice, whispered in his name.

Africa weeps, its musical spirit stained,

A loss profound, a vibrant light restrained.

But in this dark hour, let unity rise,

Binding wounds with love, soaring to the skies.

Let us celebrate this son's brief reign,

A star that shone bright, igniting the plain,

In tribute to the fallen, let's pledge anew,

To cherish talent, nurture dreams, stay true.

Silent echoes resound throughout the land,

A reminder for Africa to take a stand,

To protect its sons and daughters from strife,

Uphold justice, for a brighter musical life.

In the hearts of Africans, his legacy resides,

A testament to dreams that never subside.

Mohbad, the silenced star, a symbol of grace,

May his spirit find solace, in a better place.