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Dead Candles
Once upon a Place.
The Country of the dead.
Died from a bullet.
Bullets not strayed but aimed,
Not solicited but admitted.
Aimed at cutting short,
Lives of subjects,
Against the objective.
Once upon a future.
Extinguished before it harness.
The height of wickedness.
Children young as theirs,
They expunge,
Into evil deeds they plunge.
Uncountable the candles,
They manhandled
Fragile wax, they heated.
Erased their existence.
© Chinekwe Wilson
The Country of the dead.
Died from a bullet.
Bullets not strayed but aimed,
Not solicited but admitted.
Aimed at cutting short,
Lives of subjects,
Against the objective.
Once upon a future.
Extinguished before it harness.
The height of wickedness.
Children young as theirs,
They expunge,
Into evil deeds they plunge.
Uncountable the candles,
They manhandled
Fragile wax, they heated.
Erased their existence.
© Chinekwe Wilson
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