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Apr 6
Promises are evil
Mouths open awaiting
To be filled with blood
Sometimes bones
Other times hope
They make you sell
Another man for nickels
They make you
Bury life to avenge the dead
I despise them so
For they demand too much
Often bruising, often enslaving.
Gerry Sikazwe
Written by
Gerry Sikazwe  25/M/Lusaka, Zambia
(25/M/Lusaka, Zambia)   
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