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Poverty

POVERTY.
Behold, we  all  own
Ink  and  leaf,
Translate  all  your  leafs.
Progress  is  knowledge,
Dedication  elevation.
Poverty  remits
Illiteracy, stagnation  and
Shame.
What  then  do I  print
On  my  leaf?
I  beg  for  rain  to  wet
My  grains
So  I  can  gain.
I  am  sure  my  Creator  
Would  make  me  elevate.
                                                                                                             AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.

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