By Atok Dan
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A quest for hidden truth
Dead or alive,
It is conspicuous
Alive in the minds and hearts of disciples
In the blood stream of its martyrs
Its saints and holy souls adore it
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Power could severely trashed it dead,
But isn’t enough,
Its tongue and flame still glow brighter,
Under the helm of a power abused
Even under the carpet of evil system
Choruses of its impact set them bare-chested,
Naked and desperate for its discovery
Relays fears to power
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Its followers suffer of jinx and abuses
Gays and lesbians,
Straights and bisexuals,
None is a friend
All suffer under a quest for hidden truth
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It is a twin to Jupiter and justices,
It’s only resides on paper
We only found truth written on paper
Nor democrats,
Or even socialists never love seeing it done
Let’s never talks of capitalist,
It’s all about greed that murder truth
Dead or alive,
All in all,
Truth still survives traumas posed by power
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