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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.
I envision every lady Ripe for marriage as a juice; And as it stands, just as juice You are; “a sweetness of ritzy”. I know…
Like fire, demons and hell Blazing, I often err Yes, am not an Angel. Do not worry my dear Sometimes I may not jell Or…
For rewards of fruits I will say the truth; Nothing but the truth Hello Nigerians Send on an errand Mentally sound minds Not vegetables Or…
Have you ever had moments That aren’t about regrets Nor desiring time rewind So to undo an ill act… Have you ever had a rage…
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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