Do not ask me my movement
Have you not heard?
I'm the spirit that traverse
This surface -- for many that spend
Flower and grass to hell's end
Niger blackened; Ghana golden
Ghana darkened; Niger green
By hands apparent -- and unseen
Nigeria the heart; Ghana the soul
The breath that behold us whole
Many valleys and alleys they have come -- UI
Even UG on that mountain high
I'm that soul -- the innocent fire
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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