The Devils Against We Poem by momodou jarju

We wear long- sleeved, Sweater
And sunglasses to defend the hit of the kind weather
Sometimes in class our sights suffer myopia
We are wild like waste thrown at the refuse
Accompany of friends we lack

The malevolent and malice myths on we
An awful believe to Albinism
We are human and we do die
We are not curse by any so-called gods
Nobody touches us and was cursed

Conjurers search to slain we
The greed hunters, hunt we as if rabbits
To use our hair, body parts and organs
To thrive, this is not true!
Yet relics the same, poor and worthless

The demon in you perpetrators
Thus evil and out of figment
We are part of your existence
Sculptured by the greatest Sculptor
The mighty impeccable supremo