Where prejudice lies in disguise.
Fueled by the power of hatred, not to grow but to wither like breeze blown ashes and vice.
It's the dead man's town.
Where infertility is a curse,
But abortion, a noble course.
Where agony was linked to some.
And the hypocritical leaders paid in huge ransoms.
And you tell me this is no dead man's town?
Where my ancestors where taken off to harvest cane.
And some leaders watched in vain.
Blinded by rage and pain.
Nothing in mind but worldly gains.
A town of limitations.
And Clouds of imitations.
Where minor voices are disregarded as violations.
And evolution disregarded, looked down on like abominations.
And the people overshadowed by death.
But as long as the leaders have their amassed wealth.
They could always try in vain to buy health.
© Akinbayo
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