The Chronicles
The chronicles
Troublesome land
Filled with the rumours of wars
Each season their is always
An issue of blood wasted
The innocent never avoid this wasted life's
We are no more worried of the worst
Cos we have lived past our pains
Despite our dark yesterdays never disappear
We keep building our life's with hopes
Even though we got a little or less
to hope for....
Copyright © Richard Nnoli | Year Posted 2023
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