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EOE (Apirl 28 1986 / Otukpo)


She danced today' I heard her sing a beautiful song today.

NMy joy filled the cup of wine as I sighted her blossom like a sunflower.

Our seed of love has germinated, our sacrifice that knows no race or gender or tribes.

Let's trade guns for exotic fruits .
Sounds of bombs for music and
War for a festival of love.

Really, our gift to humanity can give life to a dying soul.

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This is a thought provoking poem. No one needs war, gun or vices. Every one needs love and peace in this world. An amazing poem is shared here.10