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SHELL US TILL WE BECOME SHELLS

Shell Us Till We become shells

See, I live by the river, yet drink from pipes
For the waters are mere oily stripes
On the scarred back of our ravaged farms
For which our sons once bore arms…
So there is no casava for kpokpogarri
And fishing nets stay empty, though we tarry

by @BrainyPoet

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