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APRIL 12 OF A MORNING TRILL (On my experience)by Mide Benedict

Guns of rotten rusted and twisted mouthsCells of sells and gains of painsSanity hidden behind insane cranium
It comes with a strong knock on one's door!
Koh! Koh! Koh! koh!!!!!
Then....

Fallen statuses risen above a standing me
Whiteness has become the back of a never-washed pot
The green is a mixed hyena's bile and gutter Spirogyra
Rotten blue and black uniform, corrupt stupidity
Friendship of a dragged down boom turned doom
Independent giant martial force driven by lesser forces
Who force it and make it a force form of false muscularity- dead maturity
Guns of rotten rusted and twisted mouths
Cells of sells and gains of pains
Sanity hidden behind insane cranium
What bullshit!
A bloody nonsense bull shot!

Misty eyes of cloudy saviours
Knocks of pleads and abegs
Brown enveloped brains of dusty duty drains
Blue shirted nonsenses, jails of foolishness
Sold out minds, influential jails from rubbish hails.

Nonsense!

Early morning Landlord's slice
Threats and awkward strokes
Of curses and obnoxious chokes
Melted upon your soul, once they think you are no more
Than you are more
Then they Call blues and blacks to treat your wise self
And at the end... it begins again- rain of curses and loss of choices.

'Shut up! 
You bloody study wallets!
Shut up!
You right provers who know too much but know nothing more
He will shut your results, his legs are ostriches 
His mouths are razors, cutting without favours

'You must show respect to your elders when 
They tape you with their tinted talks and tamper with your Intelligence through a senseless use of a sense-filled custom'

"Yes sir, please cheat me!"
"Yes sir, please like iranu, treat me"
"Yes! I must show you respect, it's my culture"

'Yes! Yes! Elders don't lie'

All in this place of mixed up greens and blackened white
Cinematographed in the realm of Shaun-sir!
Landlords will threaten you
Blues and blacks will back them up.
Chai!
Doom!
Law keepers keeping law stripers!

Temple against all forms of Oppression

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