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Nov 2018
Selected to win,
elected to perform,
elevated beyond
this realm but
didn't know how
powerful yet
he can become.
Not sure what
to do for
he is not
awakened.
Frail and weak,
but surrounded
by the influence
of the elites.
Not at all dejected,
but empowered
to be in sync
with the best.
He's so much
deflated and
cannot run the race.
But he's winning
all the time,
but by chance.
Luck on his side,
but how far
can he go
before another
take his place.
Not much time
is left for the ****.
He's not still awake.
Tumult of pesky,
painful and unruly,
unfortunate and unfair
freaky circumstances,
popping up here
and there.
So shameful to behold.
With what tools
then can we use
to wake him up.
I wonder,
i just wonder.
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Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
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   Ashley Chapman
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