Blood do Bleed

Blood do Bleed

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Last published Wed, Jul 3, 2019

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Should I start with a sorry Or express how much I do worry I will let my pen bleed ink that's what i do best, bleed about the people who currently their blood do bleed. I will also ask you to go unto your knees and plead Ask God to interseed. But how do i start, Like should i talk about how people are dieng and their leaders are growing fat Wait Am not supposed to put blame on anyone Like you! Don't tell me you haven't heard about a six year old girl who was raped by more than five men Or you haven't heard that people who are dead are more than hundreds not even.....ten Am sorry, sorry won't help when the people dead can fill more than ten trucks of lorry Don't tell me not to worry When things are brutal in Sudan It's not about Syria anymore it's about my fellow African And if a white flag isn't shown clearly then it's crucial we show what it means being black Upto to when will we stand things getting dark It's time for African leaders to speak Disagreement and fighting also need a break Instead of Africa breaking into pieces We need more spices So someone serve as with justice And Maybe we will surely Rest in Peace Please Someone stop this Soldiers are meant to be worriers Worriers are not supposed to make to take the innocent breath and make others worry Worriers are supposed to put the country on shape They aren't supposed to rape So please someone tell me how i should eat When People, women and children are beaten upto to their last breath How do i get an appetite While a neighborhood is full of death How do i write a love poem while humanity are inhuman and they can't talk about what is happening in Sudan *Squishy poet*

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