It came to pass

All day we stayed gushing tears
but little came, which we managed to bear
but we were still in fear
cause like th first, the second might disapear

Not so long my prediction arrived.
This time breathing was to be considerd before surviving,
then i knew the pranks of joy and life

Joy i should blame for never stagnant but locomotive like fashion
thus from manshion to manshion.
here and there are pened heart for its accumulation
for the escape of ineluctable tribulation.
From my, i knew must face joy's tradition

poem by Chibuike Nwokike
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The time has come Africa

Africa listen the time has come for us

to sing, dance, clap and rejoice for we

have been in the bossom of sorrow but

the time has come for that to end.Life was

narrow but broad and free now.the time has

come for our enemies to love and be

our friends.The time has come africa to dry

our tears.The time has come, and the condition

is now white and no longer black.We should

smile for anew condition.The wether is now

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poem by Chibuike Nwokike
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