Since, there was bread no butter
Yet I refuse to bot(h) er
There is plenty of water
For the cold, there is a sweater
Not even minding the road becoming tighter
And these people that motion to slaughter
Holding weapons for the tatter(s)
Bread with no butter? ! ! !
Yet they want to slaughter? ! ! !
Eye straight to the alter
Let these enemies scatter
So my dreams will never alter
OLANIYI G. A.
(c) 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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