So dicy, icy and pricy to let life slip
By when focus loss takes over
Key decision driving processes to keep
Stagnation going on the whim of a clover
Leaf which strays between a goal
Set at the correct pitch and a strategy
Sloped beyond the reach of a soul
No matter how well she welcomes a refugee
Who sneaks in from Maiduguri
Where militants from the Sambisa forest
Strafe lovers and slavers with a degree
Of indifference and mayhem rains without rest
On any life form, young or old, frail or strong
Bright or dull, straight or gay, right or wrong.
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