My Homeland,
For where should I seek refuge?
When home seems hostile,
The heist for power is the food.
We dance to the beats of gunshots,
The rains wash away the cold blood of the innocent,
The arms seem quiet,
But the heart beats faster.
Home seems hostile.
The Pearl Of Africa
Ikiring Beatrice Ogwes
Poet's note: It's about the power heist
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