Please my fellow nairalanders feel free to correct any error in this poem of mine.......i am not yet a pro....thanks in advance

inakwana inagajia as my brothers would say
it's a city where we once lived like slaves
see what my home town has been turnd into
my brothers are dying, and here i am writing
and the day grows old

in a pool of blood i stood
staring at wound's so sored
while some sit and shout hurray
we are koboko'd down to our graves
alas! We all cry, yet we still stay.

Out there we are being buried
in a cementary far located at the north
i cry at the state of the niger area
disintegration? Thats not the solution
oh! Death, i fear thee no more

'enough is enough', but it damn looks so tough
cry not brothers for we shall meet again
thus, things have fallen apart
but the lord will give us a hand.

(A tribute to my brothers and sisters who in the course of their adventure to the north in search of greener pasture are turned to sacrificial lambs.......RIP)

AUTHORED BY: UKATU .O. BENEDICT (a 200 level sociology student from Anambra state university igbariam campus)
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