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Jan 2015
I lived in a Land of shifting Reality,
Where men Swore to themselves their unyielding Fealty,
There was Darkness, but it was of our own Making,
And the World was ripe with Plunder ready for the Taking,
We answered to No One, nor did they Us,
And there was no Order, nor was there Class,
All that mattered, was our Existence,
Logic was Anarchy, and Anarchy was Sense,
Space was an Ideology, and the Truth was a Choice,
It was in this Land, that I learnt to See,
What it really meant, to truly be Free.
The Wordsmith
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The Wordsmith  Ghana
(Ghana)   
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     unknown, Pax, Joe Cole, Dhaye Margaux and V Anna
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