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Our Days Vengeance
Birthdays celebration have
gone with the wind, we now
celebrate death, my peers
now pay rate at the cemetery.
Our heartless leaders smile
at us, as hunger take us for a
ride.At banquet they call us
fools and drink to our pains.
Soon we will storm the street
with our head up runing through
them, pulling walls down. Bang
bang let the glass splash, they
rush we rush, yell we yell no
no retreat no surrender, let death
come and we will dance to it. that
moment we will be known as our days
vengeance.
poem
by
Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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