All these news
Most of which we knew
Little of which are new
Good among which are few
Morals of which we blew
Habits of which flew
Truth already forgotten by the crew
Lies on which they started to sew
Time will tell just like the dew
We are here sitting on the pew
OLANIYI G. A.
© 2014
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