Crawl Back To Your Hell



Men dying,
Women dying;
Children, women and men
Blown into bits before they could ask why.


Not the tears in our eyes,
Not the prayers in our minds;
Not the pleas of our entire
Voices will dowse your thirst for even more blood.


Now you know your guns can kill;
Your wasteful weapons of ill.
Now you know your sneeze can send shiver
Down our spines: now crawl back to your hell.

© Jude Ifeme


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