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A nation at the brink: crumbles at the
Hands of death. In reminiscence: the
Past deeds of our heros might have
been lumped (bagged) for the dump,
the cod of prosperity thrown for a lot,
mumped by the dogs: a non-ruminant,
ravaging the land, a pestilence. Their
hands tinted in blood of the stillborn
cursing their memory, as the unborn
held by a thread undecided, to be or
not to be. On the other side, the unlucky
one strolls unto the world
once a land of beauty, beneath the crust
cheese run, dwelling in her loins, but
alas! She lay now a fallow, deep beyond,
heard, the cries of pain and curses
“Why, why, what have I done to
deserve life.” The question alludes to
chance, choice or survival. The little
one thrown unto the lap of a pale tiny figure,
a bony structured hand, thrust it unto a
flattened chest, a breast drained of milk,
Mother Nature cries, her barn once rose
Lofty in the skies, beneath the sun
She held on to life’s strings, likened to
Her robe, tattered, barely sheltering her
Nakedness, her noble sons taunt her
Beauty, Mother Nature cries
Ahy! Eewo! Murder reins, the cry of
Incest, Mother Nature battered, raped
And bruised by her noble sons: those
Entrusted with wealth for her care
Mother Nature cries being plundered,
Striped of wealth, comfort and peace,
Left a destitute, haggard, diseased, warn,
Broken between odds: crime and death,
Once there was beauty, peace and flourish
In the land, where mother Natures’ mighty
Sons till the land, made the ridges, plant to
Grow and protect the land,
Harvest to serve her needs, her beauty,
once was donned in gold like the fields, the
lawn, the forest, the seas, oceans and the
shore all defending her diversity
Amidst compromise, against coercion
and threat of annihilators, capture and
power lords, behold her might sons lay
in the ground resting with their father
Stirring in the grave cursing her noble
sons that lay sage plundering her beauty,
aye! Mother Nature cries for a nation
plundered to death.
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Simeon
I am a graduate of business administration(marketing major) with diplomas in data processing and system engineering. I love the arts: poetry, painting and writing. However what makes a man is not in looks or interest but how positively he affects others and make the best out of people. I owe that to myself to get the best things out of life....My work revolves around information Technology, with the challenges of every day living...we are left with problems to deal with and the economy to contend with. This perharps defines my involvement in undertaking research into Development issues: personal development, job creation throught the ICT or e-commerce, which has been challenging with a lot of nocks and failure, I came up with the Brand TICK = art breakthrough as an approach to problesm solving personal development and wealth creation.
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hi friday solomon | Feb 21st, 2007
thanks for a job well done
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