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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THIS HOUSE IS NOT FOR SALE This house is not for sale- beware of my kitchened wife, beware of Emeka, my son & Tobi, my Son-in-law; even Musa, my gate man. Everyone is a thief in his room, everyone is a saint outside his room- Trespassers will be persecuted. Behind the closed doors are unscripted scenes of scenery stones of miscreants hanging their tainted memories on the eyes of souls to take away their vineyard. This land is not for sale, Politicians are here; Pot bellied looters are here holding selfishness as the right hand of God. Yesterday, 100 soldiers died laughing out their skulls- the politicians keep mute hoping to see the spirits of the soldiers return home to defend the country from buyers. We are not selling this country to get paid, beware of 419- This is military Zone, keep off. We are preserving it in the stomach of the Leaders. How long do you hold your house in your body? How long do you have to sell to make that profit that never existed? From the fireflies of the boundless rainbows, We would hold resistance of greed into being tying itself like the dog of wisdom. This house is not for sale, buyers, beware, The C of O is with the righteous politicians, God has learnt to save their tainted freewill on his palms. He could not find a way to punish them in hell anymore. Do not allow other lips to hold onto this saying. the road on the tongue of this house has led me to places: to be a politician & extort from the poor masses & to lead them astray into oblivion of darkness. Days are gone when we see moon in the smile of the sun that peeps through the window of this house... Do not come home to this house anymore, Its no longer has your loved ones in it. ©John Chizoba Vincent #LiquidPoetry.
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