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    By Afolabi Kayode

    They solemnly recite my hymn of sins
    for they have seen an eyeful
    let him who is without sin
    be the first to cast a stone
    They sentence me in their court of hypocrisy
    without given an ear for my defense
    every of my scene and act is their topic
    on my pride they put a dent
    They trudge like they are cloak in perfection
    to their fault they are blind
    my downfall they plot
    my hope they hope to turn to naught
    like shaft before the wind
    they shall be scatter
    their harvest shall be plunder
    and even at their best, they will remain a blunder
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  • Oyin Young: Friday, 24 February 2017 at 19:38:00
  • Label(s): Afolabi Kayode , Poems
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