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Our lives,
You tore like a paper sheet.
Our parents,
You murdered in a heartbeat.
We hoped
To take our dreams higher.
Along the way,
Stood you, a blazing fire!
Day, night
You are on the hunt
To make
Our wishes blunt.
This,
Is genocide!
We are awed
By this open patricide!
We are they
That the Earth has forbidden.
Wherever we go
We are tuned away like a burden.
Our families,
You murdered. This is homicide,
You killed our fathers,
Our kings. This is Regicide!
meet the poet: Erayan Daniel Ukwe
