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Yes you!
With your eyes, nose and your skin
With your legs arms and might,
Would I have sought your life?
What if I was born you?
To your father and mother,
Into your tents, temple and upon your praying mat
Would I have sought your life?
Would I have drawn my sword?
Sword? Oh no, my gun
No, now bomb, strapped to my groin
And blow you up like you blow me now?
Would I have whisked you off
For your thought, tribe and belief?
Then, feed you with grief
Like you presently make me live?
Written by: Owokere A. Etim
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
