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ONCE BITTEN, STILL BITTEN is a poem that revolves around the advocacy of social justice, with reference to the dilapidated status quo of Nigeria political system,  whereby the masses suffer as a result of the wheedling lies of the government,  to provide for the masses that put them in power, and after their victory, they totally forget about our existence, and the next time they remember we exist, is after four years when they come running to us, with another dose of lies and yet we still fall prey to these narcissistic predators. Still bitten again, over and over again! We have tested and seen that these men are like friends that come to you only when you are in need, but yet the love of money has over shadowed our insight and sagacity, leaving us to suffer and perish for years. We are gradually becoming used to it, instead of being tired of. Aren't we tired of this rigmaroles? 


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