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We live in a society where Juvenile justice gives gillies To "hunters" chasing walking fishes No baits, no hooks, just guns Bang! and we get plucked from the pool. We ain't their prey But we are to those whom they pray We ain't for food Yet to them We are invaluable goods Our every slice carries a unique price. Some of us are lucky As their bullets bounce off Our scales and hit them Right in the leg Breaking their bones. A few days later They are back with ammo boots Hunting again.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
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We live in a society where Juvenile justice gives gillies To "hunters" chasing walking fishes No baits, no hooks, just guns Bang! and we get plucked from the pool. We ain't their prey But we are to those whom they pray We ain't for food Yet to them We are invaluable goods Our every slice carries a unique price. Some of us are lucky As their bullets bounce off Our scales and hit them Right in the leg Breaking their bones. A few days later They are back with ammo boots Hunting again.
© Ogunmola I.O 2017
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22/M/Nigerian
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
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