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Innocent bloods
flow in floods.
Earth gulps in litres;
blood can't be bitter.
Corpses litter the ground;
doom seem to be bound.
Death toll rapidly rises
like Nigeria's fuel prices.
Bombs boast of a loud voice
as our tears fall with noise.
Guns talk gallantly
as our groans rise blatantly.
Peace ponders in fear;
her fears seem so bare.
Sanity seems dead...
seems like a prostitute's bed.
The constant infliction of terror;
the world is now a couch of horror.
Tears, blood mixed with sand;
There's no apparent helping hand.