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| Courtesy: Jo Jackson |
When the lil’ stars lose their flicker
And we sparsely wonder;
When nameless emotions dicker
With our recesses ripping spirit
and soul asunder;
At such times when
abominable taboos ride
On the voice of perception
inside;
When the caged bird cannot
invent a tune;
When the phoenix will not resurrect
From the ashes of its ruin;
In a time when peace will
corrupt
And the depravity daily
renewed;
When the falcon pays no
heed to the falconer,
Love becomes expendable as
loss,
Great gain is offspring of
lust.
Leaders abuse authority,
Ghettos are the symbol of
class inferiority.
When baby boys end up in
some guy’s refrigerators,
We all have become callous
and casual conspirators.
These are the times which
we all live in
And respond to and have obtained a most crafty insensitivity.
Akpan
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