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With blind bombs and ghostly guns
Leaving us to the mercy
Of indelible, gory memories
That paint red our weak walls
Uninvited they come
To steal Ada, Ade and Adamu
Reducing breathing-man to breathless dusts
Though they thrive in our midst
We still must bake brown our broken bread
Written by: Iyeomoan Emmanuel Ehizogie
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in our dustbin of hate