Plight of the Labourer

The evening has never looked more beautiful, radiant moon light coming in though the window and the beautiful silk curtain that hang on it. The room itself was filled with even more glamour, in it was the best of everything; sparkling lights, music, food, wines, clothing, jewelleries, furniture and even people,...

Nigerian Poetry @ 56

Nigeria,my dwelling place from above, the heavenly abode looks down on you to the peaceful woes you have become to replicate,this you did effectively but to reproduce,this you neglected years back on this day,you had your independence 56 years down,we have nothing to solidly boast of.   Nigeria,my dwelling place why...

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