We Fought, II.
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 *We drank the blood of our forefathers mixing their revenge filled blood with ours* *the holy anger in us is burning* *and consumed the little shreds of mercy left in us* *Our indigenous colonialists* *who have nothing but guns for the hungry* *whose only thoughts are about death and dying* *we release to them our heart fortune* *let them harvest blood from the fields of war* *and their last banquet shall be their children's blood* *and death shall finally bring its dancers and singers* *and death shall walk them down to the aisle* *with eternal condemnation joining them in devilish matrimony.* This Post First Appeared Here. https://hive.blog/hive-105727/@olawalium/we-fought-ii 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.
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