Xenophobia
How long shall this be?
A brother's blood to quench thirst.
The moon bleeds with babies cries.
The earth gone wet from soaking blood,
Abomination!
I have not, the spirit of fear
Says my maker.
So much evil have I wrought,
Giving away to the fierce hands of fear,
Of which I have no gain but pain
Xenophobia! Why come on blood rampage?
Why sell my heart to evil?
Clubbing those who come to my rescue.
To the cold beyond you have marched,
Those who mean alot to my existence.
In search of peace, you earned chaos,
In search of love, you earned hatred.
Tearing the unity we have to shreds,
Pitiful carnivores have you transformed us,
And outcasts have you made us.
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Uzoma Divine Chinyere She is a native of Owerrinta Isiala Ngwa South Abia State. Divine holds a B.Sc in MicrobiologyShe love writing, sports like volleyball and football, listening to music, etc. Making valuable friends and sharing ideas is her specialty. She believe in her muse, which has been God and her mum. She love poetry: reading, writing and analysing. Divine believe stones have no business rolling with eggs. And when you picture your future, you structure your future in a way you can feature in your future Connect on Facebook: www.facebook.com/Divleshky
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