Ozone Laments
The creator gave me a big and wide blanket
to cover plenty families
to shield them from burning flame.
I did this successfully for many years
but now my blanket is full of holes
holes!produced by the sons of those I`m suppose
to protect and shield.
They pour chemicals on my blanket,
blanket!which is rare and very dear
my work is presently more difficult.
my blanket is now thinner and perforated,
burning flame now penetrates easily
causing lots of problems for the little ones.
stop fumigating me with this rubbish!,
I can`t take this any more,stop!I say stop!
so that I can complete my mission.
Olusegun Arowolo
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