Broken with lines
Olaoluwa is a pharmacy student of Federal university Oye ekiti, Nigeria. He is Strutting along life's road, striving,thriving and surviving
Broken with lines
I was a little over ten
But more wars had I seen than pens
When I was nine
All I heard were bombing in mines
A month after I became eight
Dad killed Mom, I learnt hate
Some days to being seven
Fever came, thought it was time for heaven
Yes I grew and became six
Racism and terrorism was the mix
Five years to becoming ten; five
My only toy and comfort was the beehive
On my journey to destination four
I saw dead bodies and blood on the floor
With innocency I became three
But could only scribble sketches of grief
I was just a growing child
A victim of circumstances
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