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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required when i was in England i received a parcel in the parcel was a letter it reads thus 'the bereaved mother' i torn my self apart and came down to my fatherland i can look the sun in the face and tell what they have done to my beloved mother mother Nigeria she laid among the pigs howling who might have done this? i cried but the leaders laughed me scornfully i trembled at their crunching foot steps i shivers at their deafening laugh thirsty for the blood of the poor which, mother tried to preserved until she was captured Now see what they have done to her Bruises all over her face her tasty milk got sour and she groan be brave mother, Forget not your children in misery they are pushed in to hardship like slaves in the land which suppose to shade them soiled in poverty but still wear smile as all is well they wait upon your revolt heal quick to fight them all so to protect us all like mother hen protect its chicks never leave us alone in the dark kill them all, kill them all, mother when a child is beaten by her mother she received him with left hand but if he refuses, he is left to perish you bore us and under your shade we suck breast but some of our brothers has gone astray in a mischievous manner the sweat of your work would never be a waste i lay alone in the dark in supplication, for my people the owl howl terribly but fear i discard from my heart father must hear this perhaps, he might be of help to us to bear our pains and fight them all to our freedom and liberty ALL RIGHT RESERVED (C) JOHN CHIZOBA VINCENT 2013
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