Framing riot,

Impunity on display

Well-dressed scarecrow and idols.

Nothing changes

Just faces on currency

Forced unity,

Germination of multiple fertile seeds

On a soil I never own.

He breaths, for free,

Who is fighting for us?

Institute of corrupt

By force avenging a curse,

My brother, endure, or you comot.

Need to divert a few shares

Of this corn tree,

Ten billion crumbs, my be.

Don’t forget I sprayed alot

At farm leader’s jamboree.

Media doesn’t sleep.

As corrupt fights back,

Tricks, venue a battle field,

Casualties are her readers

Dead is a believer.

So did my corn tree,

Not see following raining season.

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PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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