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Old Story

for sons and daughters,
man must chew his words, dine with death
that despite unknown,

his worth must dry tears,
put food on the table, if nothing
works, hell will let loose.

the earth would collect
the seeds, grow the seeds, but poor man
would wish only bad

to names on news line
growth for others pleases him
so his speech is sour.

Victor Oyedele