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Diamond worth of gold Appraisal perhaps I should praise If forsaken, then who am I in this den? I ask if there will be a murmur. Who declares “I am the forsaken!”? Then watch your mouth and account for it Who then worth praise or raise Is it your darkness or your brightness? Behold and admire your admirer I proffer “can you create your naira”? If yes, then claim mountain Poor perplex night soil man. If at most you posses a naira Count this: a prerogative For you is not anything In the hands of your Maker In God hands we are made In His hands we are a fake He gives and takes In absent of no one He is there as cake.

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