Silent Echoes
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 unearn
