The ground is bloody, with the scars of war.
God knows what we’re fighting for.
I can’t breathe, Air’s so thin,
Nothing to stop them closing in.
Category: political
FREE DUMB, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Saint of perfumed change
Antibiotic tablet,
Two capsules for a brave.
Who’s the man without
A people?
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