The Smoking Gun. Poem by Emely AYO

The Smoking Gun.
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Blood on the streat,
An empty fairy heart,
Finding a place to go.
A fairy lion roar.

A scary gun point.
Smoking from it mouth.
War knocking by the door,
And deadly trabs on floor,

O' for the leaders rift,
A bewildering affectionte,
Fighting for just a thrown,
And playing the lives of men,

Let me take my lamp,
And leave only a stamp,
For the blood on the streat,
Could stain my purely white,

WRITTEN BY
AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO
KNOWN AS' Kolawole Emmanuel