When Your Riffle Makes A Noise Poem by Akinmuleya Alfred

WHEN YOUR RIFFLE MAKES A NOISE

When your rifle makes a noise
And we at the other side of its rod
From then we stop having a choice
And with your rod,you're the lord

When your riffle makes a noise
And it yawp out in your voice
Who want us stripped off our breath
We shall leave you and bid you to good health

When your riffle makes a noise
At us because we want to say 'no'
We won't mind the pain we'll nurse
We shall die with the truth we know that you know

When your riffle makes a noise
And it lay down the orphan boys
We shall question not you nor your who-is-who
But pray for you that death may never kill you


AkinmuleyaA.Alfred
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