If you were born in east
But made to grow in west
Where rag was only best
Of cloths that cloth your chest

You have to be my guest
Of good better best
We shall never rest
Until we build our nest
Up to our poetry best
For poetry as our zest
Can make our hero quest
To change the world to best
While with our breathing breast
And when we’re made to rest
‘Cos we have done our best
And have to leave the rest
Though men may mock or jest
But God knows the best.
Samuel C. Enunwa 17-10-2012


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