Nuclear Bombs In Your Hands
The first call,
The message was clear and the love of your muse was wrong;
The final call!
And like the message of the Malak;
But, with fighter jets, tanks and helicopters! !
And like the nuclear bombs in your hands;
However, we are now destroying the world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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