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Nov 2018
It is out of their hands now,
And they know it!
But would rather wish reality away,
Then kneel to pray;

They know not what to do,
It is evident!
But would pretend all is rosy and dandy,
Then lose themselves in uneasy melody;

Come to a crossroad,
Which way to go?!
"Anywhere," but...
The gods forbid, not our lot!

Poverty dressed in handouts,
Give them peanuts,
**** to get a rat's share,
Of this cyclic welfare;

Beyond the horizon,
Looms a worrisome portend,
All will not be well,
Even the simplest fool can readily tell.
Nigeria is now the POVERTY CAPITAL of the entire cosmos! Haaa! The "founding fathers, and mothers" must turn in their graves to see what they left behind reduced to a joke of what it used to be. It is election time and the incumbent party gives out state sanctioned bribes in the name of loans to traders, worthless few nairas that's no better than toilet paper. But the people **** to get their hands on it - they have no choice! They've been fed so much poverty than a meal of something akin to proper diet is welcomed with full zest! SAD.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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