An Innocent Gavel
A target for another aim
Hesitation, mercy
Pull, cruelty
Whom and what i have no clue
On the ground we lay
Hopeless and helpless
The tone, buzzing
Scent too familiar
A pulse will do fine
Like an innocent gavel
When odds are against
The future is domed
A coup of extinction
To whom or what
Best believe monsters, among-st us
Hassan Kibwana
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