At the sound of shots my body rages, My skin rants at the angry finger scratch, Standing in between the heaven and earth when fire springs out of the masters mouth. Screaming I was with my tiny loud voice which only sounded at the top of my jaw not to be heard in this feral silence hoping the oppressor's see the drops making an ocean from my eye.
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As 'phaphapha' filled my deaf ear my eardrum pleaded for freedom from the hands of friendly bondage that tied it with coffins of cobwebs. In this state of my bluffing soliloquy sorrow shatters. Why interacting with long mouths? Why hiding beneath the grasses when we ought to lay on bed? Why endanger our lives all in the name of fighting? Why must we cause chaos?
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