NIGERIA
|:
i am your son
a proud citizen
but whenever
i remember
my brother
in the north
fetching blood
to cook' the
beans of slavery
amidst a day-old
bones as fire-
wood-
should
-i give up?
YES!
NO!
i would live to
tell tales of
broken cities
& songs from
the skull of
graveyard
&
the melodious
cry of restless
youths-
PAINS
&
SORROW
|
©mindsetWriter
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