Their panties are on the line Not to be dry cleaned But, a line tied to their lives By whom? You may ask Well, by bloodhounds Hunting for sweet destinies Plastered on fresh cottoned pants Their thirst Unquenchable Poverty shall die By all means And riches must be made Even if it comes From the […]
BLOOD MONEY
Karanta Cikin Hausa - Read in English
The Beggar Child And the 5 Seconds King- Poetry
Karanta Cikin Hausa - Read in English
Look away. Look away. Look at anything but his yellow eyes and cracked lips. His dusty dark skin is infectious so I must shrivel away from his presence. His dull skin wrapped around his cadaverous bones is a sign. Look away Look away Don’t look at his empty broken plate. His torn clothes dangling from […]