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Dec 2020
We go to the polls
We vote for their roles
We purge them of their moles  
Do we have goals?
Do they have our goals?
Are they worth our strolls?
Do they feel for our souls?
Or they need our blows?
They have pierced arrows
Creating manholes
Our thumbs are our scrolls
We will read them when we close

God bless Ghana
Written by
peacholivet  F/Hellopoetry
(F/Hellopoetry)   
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