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In my world, too much comfort brings discomforts
People die and offenders abide in fortes
Greetings are said through sealed lips
In my world, to kill is not a crime
Winning is yours when you can bribe
No one is innocent, for silence also is a crime.

In my world, to spare is never a choice
Living piously is cowardice
People lick hands of blood and call it oil
People gather to worship evil
We are not free, we only pretend to be
For our lives can be crushed by another when he likes.

In my world, we do not sleep with two eyes closed
Law is raped under it's protector's nose
Cruelty reigns and insecurity drums
Our leaders sit watching and act dumb
We are at the mercy of our oppressors
Sons of men that turned gods.

In my world, injustice is a custom,
The air we breath, the language we have accustomed
In my world, death's angels don't come unaware
They stare into our eyes and make us disappear,
Children are scared and mothers cry,
The pride and power of fathers have been sucked dry.

I live in a part of Africa full of elites
Where politics is the only job for the youths
Where hatred enslaves people's mind
Where humans are curse by sands
Where people don't feel the exit of another,
I live somewhere, where protest is termed noise and leaders won't bother.

©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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