Number by Tulile Siguca

Tulile Siguca | May 28th, 2015 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

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[tab id=1]200 is just the number Afrikan seeds who were plucked from home before having a chance to grow
In Afrika 67 is just the number of slain souls who never new at the mall death would call
2000 is just the number of lives short lived taken by shots guerrilla guns give
147 is just the number of young hopes who went in search for a better life but weren’t afforded the chance to go back home

Woaw wait Woaw in france 17 have been killed come together world in the of evil let us not slumber these are live and not just a number
I wonder why afrikan lives are the latter
I sit and wonder when in this world will black lives matter[/tab]
[tab id=2]Dancer with word[/tab]


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