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Apr 2018
When the ****-shot kills not, the dead lions don’t roar.
They become the ghost in the dark, silent yet present.
Like power, real power, stealth in tall green grasses,
they watch
the victory dances and gleeful prances of deluded preys.
Beware!! Be not carried away.
Look into the eyes of the golden flames,
See their manes –Alive!!
In the fog of night’s peaceful fade.

©Belema .S. Ekine
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BELEMA SANDRA EKINE
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BELEMA SANDRA EKINE  29/F/NIGERIA
(29/F/NIGERIA)   
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