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Had he known...
by Graham Ereks

It was very early in the morning,
I can recall, not without mourning.
The roads were soaked; the cloud pregnant--
The gnats in all facades, the water was stagnant.
Full of ecstasy, he descended from the bed,
No doubt the night before he was well-fed.

How full of life he always was, not until then;
He was ravaged like a prey in a lion's den.
Had he known, He'd have have been stationary,

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The Voice of my People
by Graham Ereks

They are the Sons of Anarchy, ambassadors of corruption -- they are leopards!
Our State is now like a haunted house where one sleeps with eyes open; the fear of the unknown being the source of wisdom.

Our leaders are the bloodthirsty draculas,
Preying on innocent victims now and then;
We are bloodbathed by the so-called politicians, the promise-and-fail species with their sugar-coated tongues!

Election time is near and the Dracula has suddenly repented of pride, transmuting himself into an Angel, Humble;
Many a man has been deceived but how can I allow myself to be redeceived after all these years?


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Recent Nigerian politics Poems
Had he known...
by Graham Ereks

It was very early in the morning,
I can recall, not without mourning.
The roads were soaked; the cloud pregnant--
The gnats in all facades, the water was stagnant.
Full of ecstasy, he descended from the bed,
No doubt the night before he was well-fed.

How full of life he always was, not until then;
He was ravaged like a prey in a lion's den.
Had he known, He'd have have been stationary,

......

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The Voice of my People
by Graham Ereks

They are the Sons of Anarchy, ambassadors of corruption -- they are leopards!
Our State is now like a haunted house where one sleeps with eyes open; the fear of the unknown being the source of wisdom.

Our leaders are the bloodthirsty draculas,
Preying on innocent victims now and then;
We are bloodbathed by the so-called politicians, the promise-and-fail species with their sugar-coated tongues!

Election time is near and the Dracula has suddenly repented of pride, transmuting himself into an Angel, Humble;
Many a man has been deceived but how can I allow myself to be redeceived after all these years?


......

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