By Atok Dan
I was made to belief that I had done enough to deserve the pride,
Yet my hands were still drizzling with bloods of the needy
I couldn’t afford to retract on realizing my own mess,
But then time could not agree with me in principle
In the fall of the night, the weight of injustice dawn on me
The mess was done to the brim of no doubt
For I ought to do a lot in reversing that mess,
While the majority were eyeing me in disguise,
Not ready to tell me how I had messed it
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The only watchful society-staring at me amidst my stupidity
I could only regret in the flock of those who flatter at me in my stupidity
Good that I did learn on my own mess though no remedy
I had learned that I could be that stupid
That I could only be right if I do it right
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All the sycophants that surrounded me were only there to rejoice
Rejoice over me when deep down the pit to death of falsehood
When all that I thought I had done right were overturned to a shame
To even beyond those that I thought were sinners of history
All my deeds fell to the apathy of greed
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Because I had failed to accept the wishes of those I thought weak
For I was first falsely fortified into what my brain failed to comprehend
Yet they deserted me when I needed their hands to reverse my failures
The tide of wrong history had befallen me amidst seas of wise
Yet I thought power had invigorated me with righteous
And they all pin it down into book as my only mess
A mess enough to undo my ancient wasted wisdom