Dark Days are not for the Weak.

All day sharpening cutlasses

Torchlights ready after the day charge, alas

Night is here

The law is there

And we are outside

There is law

If handicapped, forgive

Dark days are not for the weak

Forgiveness is not for the meak

The system left you hanging

Yes, hanging without a dime

While you watch it amass 'your entitlement'

Your reason to go on a rampage.

Cutlass ready, torchlight beaming

The law lay like a log when

the dark is on the run

Million footsteps of boys on rampage

But we are ready

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Your neighbour. It's time for the watch.

Your neighbourhood needs you

Your family needs you

You. Need. You.

The dark is not for the weak

Let there be LIGHT...

This poem was written by my friend Omotayo Oladipupo. You should follow her on IG @t.rhanco

I wrote a follow up for this. It's a hopeful piece.

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I Did Not Kill My Mother!!!

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