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    A dark day in my country, Nigeria

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    It is morning time
    The tongue is sour
    With the taste of blood
    The clouds are up-gathered
    Ready to rain fire
    The children of the forest have frowned their leaves
    They sense bitterness

    It is noon time
    Alligators are feasting on flesh
    The greens have turned yellow
    The blues have turned grey
    Hyenas pick us out their teeth
    Grinning at our wickedness
    Did Karma turned on us the table
    Because we hated each other?

    It is evening time
    Kings have become beggars
    Blood has become water
    The plate of food is crimson red
    Without spoons or forks
    But with guns, bullets and fire