But you just torched him? And stood as fumes reeked
Human flesh searing in screaming death
Human flesh fearing its family’s death
Let’s find a bush wherefrom we’ll buzz then stings
And create routes through nobody could think
And in stealthy style steal their everything
Then plant scare as blood and powder stink.
once I killed in the bush;
The men who protected their villages,
The women who protected their children,
The children who would avenge their orphan state. ….Now I’m 16 years old ….
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