Tijani Sodiq Olamide Poems

Oft i do remember the cold-blooded
and sanguinary civil wars and military coup d' etats across the territorial society of æfrika, the gory of the guerrillas to be in power.

In my tender puerile, I see men and women, fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, adolescents and matured dying and dinning, killing and sucking, and the dinners, of we come to guns wound; so oftentimes, the good days are entangled in quagmire and potentials are on air; hearts pieced!
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