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A DAY OUT

A DAY OUT

In high spirits we’re dressed

Looking fresh and fly we set out to leave

With so much glow on our faces

Oh! What a day it’ll be

Screeching to a halt the Sienna stood beside us

Armed with guns, machetes and uniforms

“To serve and Protect” that slogan an irony

With screams and shouts, we’re battered in fear

As slowly our faces, its glow was gone

Not an idea of what crime we’d done

The butt of a gun sitting still on my head

Treated with disdain as you would an animal

Cocking his rifle, the bang came with scornful laughs

A thudding sound as Ade’s body hit the ground

A tiny hole on his chest forever dimming his light

“Officer wetin we do”

Streaks of blood meandered through my face

“Una dey look fresh and fly. These small children, you must be criminals!”

DHESERT CHEQUER

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