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NOW BUT THEN

Relieved, lawless foxes in the jungle The lawful lions have vacated Freedom at stake, shattered struggle Some aree cast away, some migrated How wee are we before these ones Harmful contrition and sympathy Must be walking their gentle minds How oppressed are pressed without pity Rarely rare to see but rarely as kinds How wee are we before these ones Then when they came here anew Things were new and harmonious Then these depraved minds were few Then life was lively, never as tedious How wee are we before these ones Then 'man of means' means morality Then there was respect for chiefs Now 'man of means' means amorality Now there is respect for thieves How wee are we before these ones Now let's forbear like our forebear Now I reserve my comments here...

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Date: 3/9/2016 12:27:00 AM
Omebe, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA
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Date: 1/10/2016 5:16:00 PM
Omebe, I enjoyed reading your excellent poem today. Thanks for sharing -Skat love
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Date: 6/1/2014 1:36:00 PM
wow,so true,but don't give up hope,what goes around comes around,the ALMIGHTY is not asleep,wonderful write Omebe
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