The days are mad these days:
Beauty is only between their thighs,
They sell it to get their desires,
And embrace not meekness;
They shed morals and wear clothes
To cover up their evil. But it’s so clear.
Blind souls claim the gifts of prophecy,
Liars wear the clothes of prophets. It’s not fair!
These days, brothers poke each other in the eye.
They look into each other’s eyes and lie
Ah, this life has grown so old! But why?
Written by: Bagudu Abubakar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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