Bled by the overseas I am Mr. Democracy
In green is where I was born so fair
Changing the windows to allow fresh air
Then it was all there, a time to love so dear

Love days I see and hear are all of a devilish dare,
Even the wind comes with pains hard to bear
And if the truth be said, it is but all dark in here,
Sad and black is all I wear with a nasty flare

Situations in here have finally made me a pair
Of ashes and cheers flying over broken chairs
People may scream democracy is here
But even me do not see me clear…

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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