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To paint my lovely cross
Our plight is gross
And life has chosen a flux
We earn our crumbs of shame
Under sun and rain
Through muscle strain
Slug it, slut it,
Beg for it or earn it…
We just must live
See not the blood we shed
Or have it splashed upon our chest
What we seek is that crest
How we get it will hinder no rest
After all, life kisses only the fittest
(This is inspired by Machiavellism, ironically using negative doggedness to highlight the conflict of survival…)
Written by: Owokere A. Etim
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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