@olawalium 23 October 2020 more from that month

We Fought.

​Image Source.​​​ https://www.google.com/search?q=blood+stained+nigerian+flag&prmd=inv&sxsrf=ALeKk015PzyQsO9D_460A3oINKESchX5Xg:1603388964478&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjT96et4cjsAhUuDWMBHSmGAtEQ_AUoAXoECAsQAQ&biw=393&bih=734&dpr=2.75#imgrc=GrvCZEi_gOIRgM *And we fought with the monster of the society* *and our blood became painting for walls and streets* *raw and hot, freezing fire,* *horrifically attracting* *and we danced to the sorrowful rhythm* *we hummed to the desperate whispering of the hymns of death* *and we fell in love with pain* *commuted with danger* *we became one with wickedness* *and we left our peaceful nakedness* *and embraced the uniform of tears mixed with blood and sweat* *clothed in the garment of wickedness* *with our undergarments as pain and injured hearts* *We have marked ourselves with the blood of our ancestors who got massacred while fighting* **...to be continued...** ​This Post First Appeared Here.​​​ https://hive.blog/hive-148441/@olawalium/we-fought Thank you for your time. My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease. Still me, My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer. Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.