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For all displaced persons.
I see dead
people
Still breathing
but like pimple
On the
face of the earth
Cause we
erased principle.
Like
living substance of death,
They are situational
zombies.
We call ‘em refugees
They go ahead of us
Straddling our vain conceit
To report our bloodlust
How we downgrade human dignity
And upgrade hateful wars.
I see displaced
persons
Burnt twigs
snatched from the fire
Our yet-to-be-learned
lessons
Feels like
I’m preaching to the choir.
If this
situation is critical
Response ought
to be reciprocal.
Akpan
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