MV Adjin Poems

Here I stare at the gun's muzzle;
Cometh my death on this battlefield.
This's death most welcome, death so right;
For what's more edifying than shed blood
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I am calling out from the grave,
I'm weeping for fairness undone,
I am screaming for justice long denied,
'Cause there must be equity somehow.
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'Twas raining cats and dogs,
Then a hard drizzle over the bogs.
I was the one with umbrella in-house;
But a girl needed to reach her house -
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