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I Weep For You

The morons have no heart, they are heartless. In the left side of their brain, nothing is right. In the right side of their brain, nothing is left. That's why they use their stony heart to break heads as Palm kernel nuts. Oozing out of their mouths are crafty cunning words. A perverted truth. With humiliation as their brush, they painted and disgraced our youths publicly, the very backbone of their ascendency to glory and power, the very ones who sleeplessly and tirelessly sweated day and night, to make sure of their tomorrow, the only heirs to our future. You dashed their hope in the mud. You paid them with your spit on their faces. How can we not see it. With illusion of magic they confuse the minds of gullible people. Their lies stinks. I weep for those who believe them. ©2018,Emeka Mokeme.All Rights Reserved.

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