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Reflections

As a mother;

I see serious issues and concerns which bother.

Children left to themselves without control;

Parents running helter skelter to make the daily payroll.

But one should certainly ask the finite question,

There is no one to answer the grievous, without caution.

What's the future of this unique generation?

Without the fear of God and the import of education?

I think, I will leave you with the answers.

For you know it, and it's glaring;

And at the stark reality, staring!

It's an abomination to see a people whom God has created;

Slide through the sands of time, ill-fated!


Poem written by Ewoma.

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