I watched with my eyes
And my anger was kindled.
I watched with all my senses
And my hands itched—
How they itched for tools of war.
Who will help me?
I am drawn to the scenes of the films;
I remembered my bullies
And I wish to crush them to dust.
I remembered my hurt
And I see scenes of pain and death.
Save me from this scenes of revenge
Before my virtues withers away!
©Okunola Peace.
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