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Oct 2017
When bullets develop wings in the hands on a devil,
We hide behind needles while bullets search for a place to call home.

You kept scraping your etching finger on a trigger,
Our vessels vomited adrenalin, we saw danger,
You flooded our blood with anger.

I’m from the death,
Telling you not to dare,

If you dare pull another trigger,
Remember God’ eyes are watching.
Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni
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Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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