By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan
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I saw them so involved,
Today in most crimes,
Making what they’d got dissolved,
But all I see is just a dime,
Nothing at all is solved.
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So hard is what they think
That all is fine still,
Marching boastfully in pink
In multitude they see sinks,
Still I see nothing at the hill.
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At their own acme
Growth is cars, don’t ask me,
‘Cause it is all crystal clear,
Just have time, smell and hear,
It’s a thing many have to bear.
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Built on the hill,
Is fine society by bills,
Made stronger in fine tills
With a clamp but not to kill,
That is the seal not surreal.
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Naih©2017
- Naih Peter is a Crop Protectionist by profession and a poet. Contact him via: naih.peter87@gmail.com