Black Kings

Guilt and misery
opened the doors
to angry skies
and I cry, cry
to make it right
but, alone, I failed
as things became worse
at the feet of black Kings.
Fattened by lies
living off the wounded soul of a country
in its darkest Chapters
but then I hold
onto a thread of hope
for it's the only thing
that will carry her through
© I.J. Kalia

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  1. So deep, its really tslking about the black race and biafra.

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