Bloodwood

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The wood was sawed off
Spilling its precious sap
Like flesh torn apart
Gore and blood running off

The bloodwood
Eaten into with serrated teeth
Lobbed off its feet
Like a roughly cut morsel of food

We are getting cut in two
No unity in sight
People and government in a fight
One side bleeding like the gopher wood

I wonder and ponder
If we can ever live in peace
I can feel a revolution piece by piece
That will tear us asunder

If our blood be the sap
That will end up spilt
To ensure there is a split
From corruption, let it be a bleeding tap.

Just like the bleeding wood
Grievances accumulating for centuries
Over our plundered treasuries
Will spill out strongly very soon

To those who think us fools
Though today we bleed
Tomorrow you may be the one to plead
When your evil deeds catch up with you
#deeds
#sorosokey
#EndBadGovernance
©AdeayoPoetry

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