Justice
Our streets are full of weeds
Silent war, weeping soldiers.
Full of wisdom yet unpaid labor salaries.
Yeah.
The Africa you vibe for
Continues to weep from
Zero gunshots, but spotted wounds.*# ```
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Like painted touts
Pretending in Christmas attire.
Voiceless stolen chickens
Raping us young
Consuming worries that
No wine could ignore for long.
Justice
Thou as tall as an ant.
Make us equal
End the silent war that deprive us of our joy.
Funny songs.
Who will raise its chorus
And pave its path for rap.
I still weep for Labor market
Full of traffic yet more joyful
Graduate flaunting grades for jobs.
Justice.
Samuel omuya.
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