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Fortune has now become a fantasy,
Ever since pain and tears flooded in…
Our hankies soaked, we lost Goodluck
And everything changed just as promised
Hence, compatriot… break a leg as you beg
For your freedom from your phantom…
As for me, I am fed up with all these
Old berries and rotten fruits on trees.
So sad, slave trade nicked Africa into Marvel’s Pit of Wakanda. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
In all astutenessBright as a new pennyYou have this thingThat wine and dine asA reflective powerBrilliantly shinningInside of my heart. In all affectionateYou light up…
Honey; I need more Of the enamoring paramour In me; that you pour. ©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
You possess me with Inflaming love, illicit Spell, that never rifts. ©2019 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
