Children of the old brutal witches
Sons of the idle homeless thieves
Have mastered the sorcery of their gods
The ancient bandit's creed
Now they loot our dreams
Common slaves of ungrateful histories
Have risen in ranks by sacred conspiracies
Killing all that stood their way
Until the throne is burdened beneath their bosoms
And the crowns saging above their heads
They won't stop at that
This race of monsters stops at nothing
They will steal from the thieves
Strip the rags of the powerless poor
They will kill until death is dead
And we will only do what we have always done
Watching in silence!
© Olatuja Oloyede
*HAPPY EASTER*
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