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I Don'T Know !

If he ever knows at all It means he does not know Knowing is a thing off the mind Only of the minds of who cares to know. I once met him who says he knows not For all he thinks he knows was the unknown In the land where the fear of the unknown is known The land full of honey, milk and tons of thorns I never knew he knows not that he knew For whenever he is asked if this land was once blessed All that he mouths to the crowd is that he knows not But we knew that he was once a known coward unknowingly Those who refuse to know of yesterday became the unknown When the tons of thorns of today came knocking hard on them We all chorused we don’t know if they are being fed with thorns For they pretend not to know when our land became sour. Alayande Stephen T. 1.30am 18th of April,2006 Meant for the cowards and the betrayals of our struggle. Those who ought to speak out, but for the fear of the unknown They sold the struggle and became prey for the known

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