The Plight of a forlorn soul
In the middle of the night, the wolf attacks
Fiercely and angrily he howls
The harmless and innocent, he racks
In speedy flight, he yowls
Neighbours are buried in silence
In great fear and anxiety, the baby cries
The victims left in pestilence
In pretence, fled the allies
Does this not concern us all?
Am I not one out of many?
Have ears been closed to this call?
Shall we be left to pass out in this tetany?
It all ends here, simply put
Goodbye one, goodbye all
Pains are gone, echoes the caput
Welcome one, welcome all.
Ezekoka Onyekachi Peter
#saynotoxenophobia#
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