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20.10.20
Made history.
Evil men got victory,
they made misery,
and scarred memories.
A scar that won't heal,
"killed and took to heels".
Soldiers with guns.
Making the runs.
Spraying in rounds,
buried those Crowns.
Many breadwinners
They left "till when now?"
Dreams of the young
Who sang just songs
At the toll
They sat in rolls
Waving tiny poles
Bearing their flags
"Thought of them as rags"
Before, with the flags
your military you order,
and flags put them in order.
That day they obeyed another
"Who gave the order?"
"The stubborn ones"
They burn-in hot bullets.
Drilled through their singlets.
"Is it the government?
Who had them sent?"
Questions they resent
in every sense
They called it nonsense.
"No massacre", they say
But it was live that day.
Scary scenery
Soldiers in their penury
Lacking empathy.
Thirsty for dripping blood,
In the word of their Lord
Slaves in chains,
Zombies in cranes.
© Wilson Chinekwe
Evil men got victory,
they made misery,
and scarred memories.
A scar that won't heal,
"killed and took to heels".
Soldiers with guns.
Making the runs.
Spraying in rounds,
buried those Crowns.
Many breadwinners
They left "till when now?"
Dreams of the young
Who sang just songs
At the toll
They sat in rolls
Waving tiny poles
Bearing their flags
"Thought of them as rags"
Before, with the flags
your military you order,
and flags put them in order.
That day they obeyed another
"Who gave the order?"
"The stubborn ones"
They burn-in hot bullets.
Drilled through their singlets.
"Is it the government?
Who had them sent?"
Questions they resent
in every sense
They called it nonsense.
"No massacre", they say
But it was live that day.
Scary scenery
Soldiers in their penury
Lacking empathy.
Thirsty for dripping blood,
In the word of their Lord
Slaves in chains,
Zombies in cranes.
© Wilson Chinekwe
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