Here my gray grew;
With dark hair have I peeled review,
Brought my suit when the unjust snake bite.
Chasing my case to unknown site.
Is this not the last hope of my class?
You have unruly dealt with me above hope axis,
Hope are dwandled here not repair, beyond trust
Just for unjust, to unjust just!
This bench face mole to break the dam;
Flood of innocent blood scud moot.
These are millions of heads that catered for billions of mouths who are gone like Ram!
On unscrutined account suit.
'I rise!' Lord;
On loot trier you rose;
Kill us all and brut the land!
Oh, the trees in forest would stand before thee.
But why would river dictate for the stream?
This your fault lies;
This stream can not flow sole without the river paddle.
WithIn fence her juri flows trim.
Break this wall and drain the river,
Her unsanctioned ego must go!
So that The second arms don't harm us further.
Our dumb-voices must speak to voice!
Our scrotom will suffer heat if breathe are blocked by khaki.
We must face the sun still to tell its toning trait!
(C) Owolabi J.o
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