Long Term Conspiracy Poem by Haruna Garba
Long Term Conspiracy
They run, they trot
They sweat it out
Short cut never pays
Planting palm
Planting dates
Descendants shall reap
Laying mines
Setting traps
Late legs must trod
Reading the entry move
Preparing deadly punch
Corrupt it is certain to end up
Caught with the virus
Decades with the plague
You are where wanted you are
For some milk to turn sour
Kefir is added when yet fresh
Curdled stuff beating the taste
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