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Oct 2019
Its a swivel,
A swivel of wish.
Wishing our fathers had fought
As our grand fathers hoped they would have fought.
Now we dwindle. As the flag of our fathers crumble.
And out blessings become a curse from our daily annihilation.
Still we profess illumination.
Written by
23Dreptate  19/M/Nigeria
(19/M/Nigeria)   
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