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Weren’t hearts made for love
To carry the red fluid
Of oxygen and the genes…
Not pumping rage and blood
There is blood on our land!!
Hearts have lost their office
And sense of right and wrong.
In modern age and time
Cold blood reigns supreme here
Sadly, it rains on all tiers
From the high power drunk,
To green-eyed local folks
Envious of another growth
Spilling blood on our land.
Down the streets, I see fierce men in blacks Throwing punches and spraying bullets back On both the dead guilty and the innocent From such…
Are we now familiar strangers? Our silence seem to write love letters On empty space through the louvers; I miss you, let’s talk it over……
Thank you God, as I clock thirty three years old today… Dear readers and fellow bloggers, join me celebrate my new age, put me in…
We are celebrating sixty, Yet there are no basic amenities, Nigeria!! In her house is where I grew up, Everyday she worsens, I am fed…
Amazing write. “From the high power drunk, To green-eyed local folks”
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Thank you Muntazir
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Most welcome
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