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Come, i say come Let me tell you of a cake Who all adore and want It's the cake belonging to everyone and anyone

Where no one wants to share Yet everyone wants it A cake on a sudor of everyone Where all beg for a slice, a slice already owned

Which keeps the cake, the same ones we trust The excellent ones with green characters To whom power seems to be a stoor factor In form of babies they appear, with sullen looks

To ask for love and for everyone to love in return One thing having always being the agenda the one thing we don't need to beg for The thing mandated already

To explore weakness is their absolute gain With their vizards we believe them Saying, asking, thinking Will they be different?

They make it a race, to what end To fit the curmudgeon in them To the extent of calling on the grim reaper For a post not guaranteed for life

All in pursuit of this cake For themselves and their scion

ADEBAYO DANIEL DAMILOLA