Longitudnal latitude
or
latitudnal longitude
...
The mishaps goes on and on
a haphazarded life we all live here
confused souls we carry within
a wilting flower
a melting candle
smoke of cannabis
surrounds our face
sorrows lies on our brows
democracy we lie our hopes on
where convicts leads us
murkier we have become
our core's are blackened with corruption
hands are ladened with currency
values that were once cherished now forgotten
we cry
we cuss
...
But the flame..
the pride of the rising nations
has died
we are tired
let us sleep..
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