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Community Leader

Sitting beside a burning fire
I feel the heat of my desire
But my judgment is clouded
By an all or nothing ill demand.

People throw stones from glass house
Accusing me for sheltering a mouse
Making me wonder if I sold time
Will we be after money and prime?

This hot seat has made me to realize
That by default we all have vice,
Though a prostitute may not be discreet
But the pope has his own secret.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

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