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The struggle seems left to those
daring to call for a change
as the arena of intellectual dose
is now a theatre to derange
There the youths converge
closely packed in spaceless rooms
and from there they will all emerge
with future laden with hopeless gloom
But here each give his own gloss
to the fight yet to come to an end
and the injustice to the youth so gross
who then will ‘wade in’ for them to blend?
As the dancer no more listening
to the rhythm of the drummer
and the sound no more befitting
to the steps of the dancer
who will ‘wade in’ for them to blend?
Written by: Mohammed Ali
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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