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Bullet and Tears


Bullet and tears

Tears are the only thing close to home
Each time a heart I know stops
I mourn like a man with bullets in his chest
Screaming while love dies in his arm

It is not every day
You see a Benue boy hold fire in his mouth
He has mastered pain
While watching his family die
His eyes are mirrors showing dead faces
Mother and father who died with their dreams
Ghosts of brothers and sisters
Butchered in their sleep
By Fulani herdsmen with AK47
Bodies left with deep machete cuts
It's a world of bullet and tears

When I break the world into letters
I will make love the unspoken gift of life
No more to sit on a bench
Waiting to die like a fowl.

Alexander Thandi Ubani

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