This was Badalle's poem of killing, meant for Brayderal: "Where is my child of justice?I have a knife that will speak trueTo the very heartWhere is my child of justice?Spat out so righteouslyOn a world meant to kneelIn slaveryWhere is my child of justice?I want to read your proofOf what you say you deserveI will see your knifeWhere is my child of justice?Let us lock bladesYou claim whatever you pleaseI claim no right but you" ―Badalle
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