Dice Africa
Honor is one and
sided
Holy books only read
in public
Women of this tablet
for joints
Young men woo at
their blues
Empty bottles
filling the salons
Daughters of doom
dance the floor
Mosquitoes now trace
treat the sick
Religious cups now
on warlock heads
Black insects merge
the whites
Children set to
oppose the elderly
Fires win races for
peace
Complete massacre
drops a smile
Heroes grave for the
sake of right
But no count rises
broken glasses
Such souls rest to
live in us
The true staunch
nationalists
And now is the only
clap
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