It all begins with the dust, sniffed as though it’s a must
In the confusion they whirled, as eyes open to the world
Minds are taken by the sneeze, sneeze bought with their fees
Progenitor gets beaten, as the inglorious acts worsen
They are infallibly compelled to do the
cursing as well as yell
Where could the faculty be seen, to change the path of ruin?
Snapback might be the best, but the world could do the rest
Get rid of the vicious stuff, shed it as should a slough
Noxious stuff’s as dangerous as hell, the risks no one can tell
It could burn, it could mill, It could ruin, it could kill
Time to say no to quietus, let the great life meet us
Set the selfish world aside, let the ruining souls to abide
© Florence Ezekafor
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I love your blog . Truly African
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Thank you so much.💙
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Woah that’s some serious stuff 🔥🔥
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It’s really serious😔. I have someone facing a terrible situation and I’m moved by it.
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Ohh hope the person is fine. I know anyone will be moved by it!!
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Recovering. Thank you, Samyak.
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If I may ask,is that person really close to you?
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……🙃 met him deteriorating and close to lunacy, repudiated and bummed out. Taken to restoration centre by someone kind and recovering nicely.
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Goodness..hope you’re fine now! Keep writing and stay connected 😊💕
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Thank you Samyak. You’re very kind.💙
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