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De Mask of Tomorrow- Iboju Ola
De Mask of Tomorrow
ìbòjú ?la
Fiddling with the freckle petals
revealed a hidden grin
with frightful fangs
dripping off hateful bile
we ponder about tomorrow
waiting to pounce
with vengeful anger
on each sorrowful souls
gorged on all sides
by constant burdens
he was meant to stumble
bewailing his flustered solace
with his bending wills
he was meant to fumble
with the clouds
dropping its curtains
he was meant to fail
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Olakunle Campbell
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