₦airaland Forum

Places of pleasure, they turn to death traps,
Laying dead, destroyed, reduced to scrap.
Where once there was a bustling factory,
Becomes shrine, for purveyors of Calvary.

Where once there was a place of comfort,
Now a place of tears, gnashing, discomfort,
Lost for purpose, the saviors mingled with the mess,
Lost for a savior, the land festered in distress.

From the north and the east the tearful fled away,
From poisoned swamplands, foul with decay,
Seeking succor, from their poverty woes,
Seeking respite, from unbearable throes.

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I wish you all a happy new year!