In Agbada's flowing folds
—a masquerade of pride,
A dance of deception, where skills are hard to hide.
Like play, like play, Wazobia's woes unfold
—a tale of woes, where darkness takes its toll.
Bad governance
—a hydra-headed beast,
Feasting on hope, leaving only despair to feast.
Youthful dreams like embers, flicker and fade,
As leaders weave a web of deceit
—a tapestry of shade.
Their...
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