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Jun 2019
FEAR
sigh
Tired way to tired
What more can I do
What else can I say
I’m beat down,
Unknown to light
Nor known to death,
But still I fight
Only to be downed again,
There’s no escape
only a cycle,
A cycle they began
A cycle they dominate
A cycle I despise
A cycle I hate
I play their game
With everything to lose
But nothing to gain.

Who am I,(2x)
Another savage they brought to their shore,
Another beast to fight in their wars?
Will we ever get the respect our people deserve,
Will they ever regret turning black into gold,
Lining us up so that we may be sold,
Destroying our homes, kidnapping our people,
****** our mothers, dissecting their equals?

Of course not, I’m only a fool,
Just another broken tool
They’re savagely sadistic
Morally simplistic.
They wanna pull me from the seams
But I’m just a child who dreams,
Dreams that portray their nightmares.
So of course it’s only fair
To **** that nightmare
With no remorse
And no fear.

With the click of a gun
The world goes numb,
I pray to God’s only son
In this world that you run
Please end my affliction
Please end their conviction,
Cause nothing hurts more
Than seeing a brother ignored
His body adorned with blood
Killed like a boar by people we adore,

Please end all this sorrow
This war that we follow
These men with your crest
Shown proudly on their breast
Your laws they deny
Hurl curses at your sky,
With them I’m distressed
By them I’m oppressed
Take them all
And let us all rest.

Allow us to be blessed
To be happy and enjoy.
This world that you’ve built
Don’t let it all wilt
And die like a flower
A seed with no power,
To you I do beg
We need this to end
This torture this hell
Will soon all be well,
You’ll take on our fight
Destroying our plight,
In you I do trust
And as I return to dust
I sing praises of your name
Of your glory and your fame,
Thank you for being near
Thank you for ending my fear.
Written by
Ifeanyi Ndolo  22/M/Largo
(22/M/Largo)   
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