Here I stand
On the fringes of insanity,
Compensated by near-mortality;
The oracles are dumb.
The feelers of conscience are numb.
Friends dissolved in the fires of
persecution,
Fickle like the senate amending the
constitution,
Money’s the open sesame into every
institution,
And the motive of all academic
pursuit,
Yet they deceive the youth.
Akpan
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