GROAK THAT MOAN / Poem by Moses Jassa Victor

Poem by Moses Jassa Victor 
Let him stand as a candidate
When he loose
We least know that the people have spoken
But when we denied them their voices
Our naked street will run with blood
Danger time favours the brave
And courageous
And strong
And dangerous ones
He just want us to follow him
And not to lead
He was never supposed -a leader
Let’s raise our PVC high
For the blind candidates
To see that, we too have eyes
Let them know that
We have been poised with this gustations
The difference between
The medicine and a poison
Is the dosage

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