Violence

Fuck
we had it to
the neck,

until the
whole
situation
became violence,
when we
refused to
keep silence.

they killed our
brothers
murdered our
sisters.

Lil babies became
orphans.
Hope thy
Lord cares
for ghetto
people welfare?
Who can we
call when
nobody cares,
or who do we
tell where
everyone
fear?
Got me
worried what'd
become of
the unborn
babies. My
heart is bloody

More strength
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This poem is about: 
My country

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