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They Meet But Do Not Greet
They would each day meet
But each other not greet,
Along thrashing like a fleet,
Their faces a blank sheet;
Their pride some conceived feat …
Sometimes from each other
Moving farther and further,
On galloping like a horse
Showing off speed on a Death Course
But prejudice enriching its heat,
Reconciliation ‘A Never-To-Meet’,
And their dreams ‘A Never-To-Beat …
Let the whole world’s God’s Sheep bleat!
Yet, this is all about Ego
Two Guys just can’t let go,
Every new day daring a burst
To soon be declared The World’s Worst.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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