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THE HALT
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In my year of crossing over
A poem written by Junior Francis
A six years and a six age to jump over
The globe cries aloud and suddenly comes the halt
A hostile vulture breed in the far land
Infest it vicinity and travel divergent lands
The notorious vulture begat a vicious gecko.
Now travel down to my continent
In my extreme readiness to takeover
The gecko infest my city like a dew dropping
And here comes a halt
Ooh! In my city comes a total halt.
Severe cry of the quench of vibrancy
My mates appeal to let us take over
Ooh! Here comes a total halt
So, we wait and hope for soonest
But to no avail, still remain the halt.
Ooh! A total halt
Ooh! A total halt
The wicked gecko set my city economy ablaze
And has bumped against the education
The inhabitants are now inmate
Is this the cause of unwise choice?
Yet resolution is still anonymous.
The inhabitants at the Apex dies randomly
For the gecko's attack is acrimonious
Rendering Impoverish at the base
Letting hundred starved in simple
As thousands pray for the fall of manna
But the supply limits in the days of Exodus
Ooh! Why the halt
Kept me a long days and a long month
To see my pals, my mates blood freeze
Towards the take over
Only few dwell not in despair
Our concerns is the cross over
When shall there be the long awaited jump over?
Ooh! When shall it comes?
Why must we face this unfortunate.
A poem written by Junior Francis
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AGONY OF THE LAND
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Some long years ago, the freedom was won
The land is blessed with riches and filled with vandals
The compatriots anticipated progress but the crown dispense futile
The land degenerating from every dawn till dusk
Because the crown is good in the day but Sting at night
Ooh!why then the angel eventually metamorphose into a devil.
The powerful Duke speak guile to make the crown
And rob the land of her riches and dignity
Where is the pride of the land?
King Herod has devastated the beauty of the land
Sultry is the land as compatriots seeks for haven
But find it not in the land.
The city men are against king Solomon
But endorse the evils of king Herod
The crown despise the Joy of the land
And encourage a war of compatriots against compatriots
Ooh! the is a broken bottle
Hopeless is those that dwell in the land
From decade to decade
The nature of the land has remained the same
Ethnic groups of the land desire secession
But uneasy is the actualization
Like breaking a metamorphic rock.
Poem written by Junior Francis Kyrian.
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