Money money money
Kumba, then more.
What has been the darkest period in this?
24/10/2020? Or the baby in the bubbling oil?
Or the beheaded teacher, or the beheaded cop?
Or the razed villages, or Ngarbuh, or
Fake dialogue, or refusal to bring peace?
My ancestors hate me?
The calligraphy of incensed smoke fills my thoughts,
Staring at his mouth calling my aunts and uncles
Who seek a slab over my unbreathing head.
Is this where dreams all come to die? Where the
Maker warned we will be misled into cavorting with Evil?
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