Millions pass out from varsities
Millions tolling, we need a job
Millions have no ring on fingers
Millions unborn, hang on and wait.
Million droplets hitting the floor
Millions have never felt the flood
Million ways to prosperity
Millions just need one investor.
Millions are yet, stall tomorrow
Millions die for rain collectors
Millions singing; hey, O-lu-wa !
Millions of hope later turn sour.
Millions are dying in hunger
Millions of babies yet unborn
Millions would say; nothing like luck
Millions are born in misfortune.
Vinzpoetry 
Cool and precise definition of status quo
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Sure, thank you Lydia Christerline
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Okay.
Will do that ASAP
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Awestrucked! Really the depth and emotions in this peom are brilliant. Well done.
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Thank you Muntazir
If we cared a lot more other than ourselves, the world would be a better place.
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Indeed
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My country Nigeria. Great piece and straight to the point
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Thank you
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