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Anifowoshe Ibrahim Poem
BENEATH
Blood streaming down the streets.
Babies screaming, future seized.
I can't find my mum no more,
My sister just buried alive,
My brother being compiled,
My uncle sipping the horror of reality,
And my father just lost love.
Now, I am breathing my last
Tell me the story of peace
Or I may find it beneath,
Where no breath exist.
Copyright © Anifowoshe Ibrahim | Year Posted 2016
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