Squelchy smelly soap sell.
market in minds mend. All modify mankind.
Cultures that shake heaven with an alluring smell
the possession of my clan, last of its kind.
The sound that moved cripples to dance, our gong.
Chanting of trees connote more than seeing.
Tracing a life gusto, all in us refill
A landmark treasured beyond.
All became a a disintegrated aura airs
when white collar man graze
Our land with am enchanting fragrance.
With their conjuring culture, a melting baits.
A little shape and unknown
got all truncated and decrepit
Just to taste what seem good than our own.
This is how we became in need
Let me tell you the story that touch
it sound a farce but the naked story
of my people who give credence so much
to the bait and snare laid waylay.
Now we cry Abba Father.
For we took in the their snare hook and line.
With hope it would make our lives better.
Are we now gratified? Answer!
Peace from our genesis died
in our quest for new modicum.
brotherhood has gone to hide
from the combat ahead to come.
Working implements now a weapon
to fight against what we believe.
Oh! That i may close my eyes from
what betide my clan, evil.
Another man’s culture we wore as shoe,
sew as clothes and befitting hat.
But now they itch earlier than soon
Enchanting fragrance, a gifted trap.
It held twins and set apart.
Turned our bleeding transport
of delight, a pungent rat.
Alluring invented fragrance, i no more support.
THE BLEEDING PEN
GIANT INK MAKING IMPACT.
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