They are again set to unfold scrolls
Of wretchedness, deceit and lust
Like insects that dances around street lamps
What they seek, we give, our votes
But what we seek, how fair have they been in giving?
Must we always watch our hopes split like lips in winter?
Why not stand aright for what is right?
What woe shall betides us when the unfitting leg wears the shoe?
Be wise, for the dawn is nigh
Written by: Nnawuihe Wisdom-Chisom
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