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Apr 2020
We saw her coming,
We hear the roaring of her voice,
But still she took us unaware,
Because we took her for granted,
We can't escape but bear her wrath now.

Her sting is as poisonous as that of a viper,
Dreadful and ruthless her out stretch wreck havoc,
Spreading easily and faster like the speed of light,
Her verdict is so draconic on the rich while parting the poor with mercy,
Yet she is manner less and regardless in dealings.
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Written by
Matthew Edeh
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   Regan
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