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Proverbially you'll have to say That's if you're able to see But otherwise as unassumed It turns out you'll have to see If you ever could say a thing We plant wrongs all farms We await a harvest of goods It's a travesty we live in Our masters are a terror Correct them to your peril Condemn them to your grave Who'er they? Dare not say Pens have gone silent  Voices have been muted Maids of all serve just a few But don't make a sound Who sings praises all day In good and in bad is all Do it while drowning  Stomachs are all that matter Do it once more to be alive You'll eat or live malnourished Whichever way, one is certain Live as dead and die as living  Certitude of the day Opposite standers are same You must agree with them You'll die if otherwise Fascism outside temple Temple of common will's admin Lest we all die in a swoop Let's prostrate to might Justice is dead and no more We're here just as our beasts We've lost all differing ess

I saw the day Bright, drizzle and shine Cloudy, dark and rainy The floors with feet stamps  The heavens and the earth  I saw the church and mosque  Worshippers and idolaters  I saw the schools  The teachers and learners  I saw the elements  Water, air, earth and fire Everything working together  I saw humans and heard of God  I also heard of gods and deities  A tree fell and it sounded  It did because I perceived it Humans and animals Beings; organisms and inorganic They all are and I know  Your joy and knowledge Your peace and love Your family and actions Your thoughts and ideas They are because I am And all things are because I am When I cease to exist Nothing else exists I am the world

It was indeed a sunset and closure of an era when the strong hands of death held fast on the being of our dear father and traditional ruler, His Imperial Majesty Eze (Dr.) Sir, Desmond Oguguo (Mmiri N’edoro Ọha 1 of Eziudo), and landed him to the realms of ancestry. He was a great man, an indefatigable personage, a roaring human lion, an untiring master and a King of some ethereal standing. He bestrode the reigns of our dear ancient kingdom with such grace and grandeur that questions transition or succession in terms of quality of guise, guard and guide. The built, trudging, thrust, guts and gusto, sounds and stands of Eze Oguguo were, if anything, really regal and classically majestic. Oh Eze Desmond Oguguo! And he was sincerely a human being wearing the garb of some demigods or extra human. A lot of us were only convinced of his being a human being at his performance of the mandatory mortal act of all humans - the finito and finish of every human person. He died and joined the queue

Love's all lost and peace estranged Friends are suspects and trust's gone Agreement now seems perfection Such article of impossible existence Our part of the sky trembles collapsingly It's a moment near doom and desolate  Our fun rests, feeds on pretence  Death has lost meaning, so has life When man's spirit dies and he lives It's best to say it's a living being  That's an organism  That we call it man still is misappropriate  No man's without spirit of worth  And the worth is human life's value We're self-dehumanized killing our kind Our humanity leaves us forthwith  Our remains are of beasts thereafter  We may look human but aren't  Not anymore once we kill our kind What's man or what's woman? Old meaning vanishes away  But the new's unknown yet All we knew we know no more All we search we knew never before But knowledge has lost its character The character that changes not The image of sameness all times  Everything indeed is c