They came in at night
With guns, machetes and knives
They came in at night
With kids, friends and wives
They came in at night
With cymbals, timbrels and drums
They came in to fight,
a battle of sweat and blood
Band of choristers they were
Their vocal chords they bled
While the vegetarians stand sentinel
The vampires devoured
Leaving no stone unturned.
-Fayomi Olumide
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