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To think
The future is unclear
Is a childish myth
A foolish deceit
Every primary one has
A primary six
Every jay es one has
An es es three
Every matriculation
A convocation
Every recruitment
A retirement
And to die_
To die death
Is at the end of birth
Them that proclaim their
Death in solem bedspread
Will not be blasted
Or casualty
As injured carcass of a roadside
With wise discernment
The future is clear
A crystal
Everybody knows
The fish
The packaging
Inside a tin of sardine.

Samuel C Enunwa aka samueldpoetry
(the Leo ♌ with wings flying)

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