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By Jennifersoter Ezewi

I call you a country of dignity
You called me a people of nothingness.

Wherewithal thy glory
Which makes you a story?

Could it be that the vows made
To our heroes past were vain?

Singing feign
On an empty fame.

Oh nation
So great:

Let thy glory come
To shunt the story scoffs.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Standing as a gate
Open wide for various beings
Seeking ****** remedy
In different wards,
Accommodating janitors
Who cares to care.

Erected as welcoming structures
During emergencies and non
Administering to payments made.

As flashes of Whites
Goes round to care
With the options of handing over
At the time appointed.
Singing lullaby with series
Of administrations through
Syringes and plates of tablets
Giving instructions.

The hospital:
Thou art so accommodating...
Passing human and spirits
To various destinations
As thy size speaks ginormous
Expanding in wards,
Treating cases of empathy
With faithful expectations.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They told you that
Which you are not sure of.

You took sides with them
To exhibit a hate
Which you are not part of.

On the grounds of sides
Which might be highly deceptive.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Excess trouble:
Looking for who will look for you

To discover your naughty deeds
Even when no one is trying to notice

Your horrible nature filled with trauma
And disdain.

Feeling the heart of men
With fear and sadness.

Claiming right
In your foolish state.
This poet exhales the harmful effects of bullies and oppressors in the lives of their victims and persons around them.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Love me now that I am living
Than to write the epistles that doesn't exist
When I am gone.

Help me now that I am in need
Than to offer a piece that might not be noticed
When I am made.

Save me when you can
Because life can be an ordinary shadow.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Deep down your heart
I saw myself gaining acceptance
Without struggle,
Without fear;
Just loving,
So noble:
Living to love it.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Back in the days
People see city as the way out
But recent happenings
Had proved diaspora
As the messiah.

Moulding lives beyond the awe.
Crowning efforts made
With beautiful payments.
Giving meaning to lives events.
Dignifying the last jew man.

Beautiful diaspora:
Thou art so colourful
In your own ways;
Exhuming your challenges and rules
Which flaws men that violates your orders.
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