Eight minutes, forty six seconds is all it took for my world to crash.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, all it took for my tomorrow to be stolen.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, because of the colour of my skin.
Eight minutes forty six seconds, if only I were White.
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I speak of a country by the Niger river,
I speak of a people, forlorn yet jocund.
I speak of a nation, innumerable like the stars in the galaxy.
I speak of a people, gifted by Mother nature, cursed by the gods.
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After the Storm comes Calm.
After the Rain comes Sunshine.
After the Night comes Dawn.
After Darkness comes Light.
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Stealthily stealing from Mother Earth.
She strikes fear, brave hearts perspire.
Catching souls in her clutches of death.
Sweeping through the terrestrial plane, an avalanche of sorrow.
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I see a sea of heads walking on a fast lane.
Dreadful dreadlocks like a Nazarite with sturdy arms.
Hell has been let loose, the gates of Hades is broken and the fiendish underlings are unleashed on our world.
Patience is a word that does not exist in their lexicon.
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