A poem for your appraisal:
Days of pain

Won’t forget these days of pain
See this blood seeping from me
It’s ink writing on my hurt heart
So I won’t forget today’s history
I’ll remember that I fought alone
Don’t expect a seat at my table
Amid the banquet of my victory
I’ll eat and dance all by myself,
Than dine with shortsighted men;
Those who can’t identify an enemy

Goaded by N. D. Ngoh