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About This Poem
Actual Evaluation Time
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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