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If home is where we were before
Before we were birthed on earth
Are there things to write home about
When we are lonely in the dust

The lions, the whales, the birds, the ants
We speak for each and we debate
We duck no head, we win all fights
It seems we knew all that we learnt

Now that the dark has hit the lamp
And the Sun has refuse to shine
Under the dark black umbrellas
The only day the world loves us

Where will all that we learnt be stored
Mistakes we made, do we retake?
Knowledge pass degenerates
Humans know not in a real sense.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


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