When sacks and wombs see their seeds in tombsAnd sadness threatens a madnessThrough no cult of their faultsDear Ahunuabobirim, please deal them a healing IIWhen hurts blurt much hateAnd vengeance rings bells of emergenceWhen dreams harvest screamsAnd self loathing won’t shed itselfDue to sacks and wombs seeing their seeds in tombsDear Odomankomah, do deal them […]
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