Our souls are frozen
Because we have un expressed moyo
It’s now a draft
Of a unheard revolution
Who will be that poet?
To host an election
To take venues
Off tax property
Of being shattered
Luga creates the answers
A venue is not
A stage play
Just to make money
But to bring back
Da life of poetry
Let your passion be da bullets
To penetrate all egos
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