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ONE WRONG EVERYONE SUFFERS.
Rhythm  of  beats  appease  the  fillings
Collaboration  of  strings  makes  the  
Jingles,
This  could  sound  simple.
It  takes  lots  of  tissues  to  archive
We  human  issues.
Many  believe  in  the  pistol  as
A  principle.
The  mystical  truth  is  hard  to
Proof.
You  that  inflict  trigger  wounds,
A  camp  of  religious  gurus  can  
Never  predict  your  doom,
Its  certain  to  also  come  as  
Wounds, in  combination  of  all
You  shoot.
This  days  I look,
Why’s  the  clouds  not  deep  blue,
And  the  sun  sky  blue?
Do  you  reason  this  too?
Some  day  breeze  would  freeze.
But, this  the  only  sea  were  we  
Drink,
We  are  familiar  with  the  foot
Prints  on  the  bridge,
How  come  we  would  eventually
Sink?
Only  nine  eggs  left  on  the  crate,
This  middle  one  looks  bright  and
Brave,
Why  would  you  want  to  smash
On  the  gate?
There  would  never  be  a  trace  to  
Replace.
This  is  what  have  been  meditating,
Pardon  me, I  still  insinuate.
As  night  fall  till  dawn, will  this
End  suddenly  despite  her  glamor
To  our  kingdoms  call.
It’s  a  rough  decision  for  the  manager
To  shut  His  industry  when  no  sign
Of  bankruptcy.
The  KING’s  speech  is  my  wish,
I  can’t  doubt  His  will.
Imagine  fire  our  worst  enemy
I  use  him  without  limit.
In  deep  reasoning  man  has  no  
Meaning,
My  soul   only  can  predict,
If  you  test  for  tea  certainly  you 
Have  a  tin  of  milk,
I  rest  my  case  on  HIS  feet’s.
                                                                                          AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.

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