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TOWARDS A PREPOSITION
The shadows of a past
The plea of a Mother
From the depths of her heart
On a black night of fire
From the city of gods
To rid her of a happy life
A plague of sadness
Each tear pleading to be eased of shame
All of you must pay for your wrong deeds
None of you would deny life of her right
Victor Oyedele
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