Sun has put light,
On people's faces.
The night's shadow,
Reflects faintly.
The whirling gust,
Has frayed the web.
The pots of lies,
Crashed at river side.
Masses not at aid,
Coupling dismantled.
Our visages are bright,
Our thumbs are powered.
9th June 2014
10: 29 a.m
Esie Kwara State.
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