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By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Social Media:
Where angels and devils conglomerate.

Social Media:
Where works are being showcased.

Social Media:
Where people are being monitored.

Social Media:
Where so many mingles.

Social Media:
Where arguments haywires.

Social Media:
Where people finds love.

Social Media:
Where people falls victim for being gullible.

Social Media:
Where people are being discovered.

Social Media:
Where interactions gets paid.

Social Media:
Where awareness embraces its views.

Social Media:
Where men are being transformed.

Social Media:
Where men gets ruined.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Several years had been your forerunner
Speaking things unforeseen;
Creating things yet to be accomplished.

And here you are:

Delivering things given to you
From time immemorial.
This poet exclaims 2020.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

They sat at the gate
Waiting for me to crossover.

I flew over their heads
Laughing at their foolishness.
The poet affirms that God works in mysterious ways.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Beautiful world; beautiful people:
No time to waste.

Beautiful world; beautiful people:
Who knows their hearts.

Beautiful world; beautiful crew:
Might ruin or make you smile.

Beautiful world; beautiful choice:
Unfolds the decisions you made.

Beautiful world; beautiful life:
It all depends on you.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the dawn knows the blossoming grain.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the moon brightens uninvited.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the mother earth smiles on you.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And support the effort of every child.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And listen to that child when he is making sense.
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

When he calls himself a god
Who couldn't be reached.
Call yourself a vessel
Who should be honoured.
This poet asseverates that individuals should present themselves the way they want to be treated.
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.
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