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TELL THEM



Go back to them
And tell this to them;
Tell them of the veiled beast,
That follows their expressions- suit,
Tell them of the swallowed sword,
That has swallows moulded around it,
Piercing us on our faces,
As they stand at their phase.

Tell them of the lump buried in our eyebrow;
Reason why we stopped looking up to them,
And tell them!
Tell them that what they say create not a way for us.
Tell them their speeches does not make us.
Tell them their confessions does not move us;
And tell them their disappointment does not hurt us.


David O. ÀKÀNÓ
{KING JUSTICE}

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