Gerald Obinna Biography

wish I knew my dad
I wouldn't think of what to write
Or what song to sing beside your grave
I wouldn't lament of our fighting days
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Boarding from my house to the east
flanked by forest with its beast
it sways majestically, in sleep i wag
up up i must, are you a wraith you hag?
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I am the victim
Ye are victims
If we die mourners are victims
When elephant struggles grass perish
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It ws cooked underthe hot fire of passion
It burnt under the blazing fumes of pleasure
it savoury aroma tempted the unwary
The soft lining vail spilt swiftly by strong youthful lust
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I place my life in your hands
you sent it to my forebears
what status do you uphold by your fetish pledge
we are striked by your strike
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