Day88 #365daypoetrychallengeonadvocacyandsocialchange HANG NO TEARS HERE, BOYS Do not hang memories on my shadow! do not remember home to yourself! Let the bed feel your absence on its warmth with lurking passion interwovown selfot hang your thoughts here, boys, Lest you burn yourself into ashes of Eden Do not hang tears on my eyes now! For the productivity of sin is in death &the genocide here are the whole of abessive cruelty found in your eyes, help me gather your roaming shadows, for the feast of this land is the call you hold on the dawn of a sudden dew Do not look the sun on the face with fear! an unbroken chain of verses from book of colours termed men racism of the earth this is how society raised you with gap of saddened life & gory detailed miseries & your father told you that Africa is noble, a lie which made the birds went into labour hang no secret here, boys, not in here! Hang no clothes here, boys, end this pity My head i
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