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I was held by throat
And led
To the slaughter slab,
With a slap on my back!
“Mee! Mee! Mee!”
I cried out loud
But tears won’t come!
I know, it’s finished!
I was bound,
Hands and legs.
And the serrated cutlass
Shone on my face.
My stubbornness fled.
Alas, a blow will end it all
And little Ibrahim
Will lick my bones!
meet the poet: Uchechukwu Ekwurekwu Obiakor
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