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(for the Education Minister)
Once upon a time
Emerged a golden sun
Beaming angelic smiles.
And we sought a benign space
To bask in its soothing balm.
Now,
This sun is swallowed, chooromm....
By black clouds fleeing
From the weight of elephants,
Struck bind by greed,
Fighting over our land.
Now, we perform this
Ritual in the dark,
Growing yellow leaves
For the market.
Copy right by Ulonka and Ozioma Onuzuluike, 2002
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