He comes, slowly and surely.
Piercing my unguarded heart
With his deceitful tongue.
He builds a barricade of pain in my heart
As I gasp for freedom and cling to my survival.
He divides asunder every sprout of my progress.
And yet I accept him wholeheartedly.
But how can I welcome this evil to my soul?
As Shylock craved for flesh so has corruption craved for my flesh.
Oh! This menace has destroyed me!
#NIGERIA
©Oro Ewoma Great.
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