My Country people.
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Complete Tue, Jan 1, 2019<5 mins
its a short poem, more like spoken words, it's satirical in nature, it talks about the happenings in Nigeria, one of the major problems the country is faced with. It talks about the politicians that could do anything for power. then the Youths that get carried away with what they see on Social Media. And the increase in Ritualistic mentality of our people. Also, it talks about adverse effect of disunity in that country.
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