Yellow upon yellow
we stand to send men below
Seven plus seven feet
too deep than a grave
Black upon black we fly
like blind bats going forth and back
Pains we have packaged in a fine pack
and sold in a perfect market
Yes we are brothers
brothers who murder !
Remember mama,
the queen who gave her throne
to make you a cradle bed
Now have you grown;
merged inbetween pride and guts
guts breaking gods;
and of telling men of Jue how June is not meant for them
And the night mama prays for you
owls cry of a night too black
In fears and care
she sends her armour of prayer
As she count strings of dripping
tears in unison with her rosary
On a night where the moon has gone to rehearse the adieu song for your exit
Chibunna !
okoro nwokem how has the bullet find in your head a resting place
Great Carpon our 001
strongest of men,today underneath you lay with epitaph of shame crested in mud
Fine boys and fine girls capped in blacks
and barets of red
only knows how to swim in a pool made of mama flowing tears
SHUN CULTISM
#BLOODY_POET
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