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Upon beast by nature's breast,
Of chain, changes, and pain,
With death's alter ablaze,
Power to men; releasing the Boko's harms.
Falt in their dread animals fall;
If only this is our daily bread; of human pall.
But no power to man can end us all,
Of disgrace again unhappy still.
Our leader too weak for one more victory.
Perhaps a trade of liberty;
Can return to us the essence of religion.
If only they can stop us from entry this gateway to another world.
Beast, mortals, immortals;
Transparent human can only resurrect the waste.
In old or new I cannot see;
Any answer for our many troubles.
With human's help;
Man problems multiply.
Shapeless figures of witches world;
Charming scene of human lives destroyed.
Mortals, spirit and beast.
This life is only useful if it's lived.
'Tis the hopeless hope of fools to lived forever.
By: Prince Ojoka
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