LOST AND NOT FOUND

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What remains when all hell let’s loose?
I look at the mirror and feel
Like the man there is not enough
Why won’t this guilt fade with the dawn?
What can I do with this excuse?

Long ago, battle line was drawn
The lost would get it tight and tough
The truth we might never reveal
A war, it would smoothly seduce

And slowly it would birth abuse
Upon abuse till it can’t heal
The race is a little too rough
What remains when all hell let’s loose?
A good death before all is gone.

Victor Oyedele

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