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Frail Giant

A nation at war with itself A father sucking his daughter's breasts A child cheering at her mother's pain My heart is heavily laden My soul bleeds profusely disaster comes with every meal Tragedy is my morning shower Irrational has attained rational To err has become acceptable Abnormality is now being celebrated the corpse is rot but we still court it My phobia for ills have been suppressed My mates scorn my many woes My behind is the house of humor My back is like a senile ***** Indeed,I was made to be great How my success got waylaid? is a mystery beyond my big head My name,my friend,is Nigeria How did i go wrong?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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