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BLOOD AND HUNGER
#PRINCEOJOKA
Why is death approaches with her full basket of skulls as harvest?
Gun barrels as water hoses,
Bullets as a shower rain on a peaceful assembly,
Terrible gunblast from our military and dictator.
Our adversary is echoing distance between our friends;
Lost in harmattan haze,
Living blood blames the death;
Sometime drained in grave,
The epic of our adventure lies in tears of our smiles.
Thousands of our graveyard will form the manored our ancestors foretell.
Blood and hunger,
Needle and pains,
Tears and blood,
Gunblast and rain of bullets showered on our youths,
Like a burning winter,
Ladies tears like a sorrowful summer.
My handbag is full of sorrowful memories,
Memories of family and love,
Friends and graveyard,
Scafils of blood and hunger,
A religion leading our jobless bargain youths to grave-side.
By: Prince Ojoka
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