by CHINYERE NWOSU
Published on: Aug 28, 2007
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Type: Poetry

They come in familiar faces,
Shapes and sizes.
Wolves in sheep clothing they are.
By the time you discover they are fake
You'd have been robbed of all you have
Even your conscience.
These gentle doves suddenly
Become vampires.
With their thirty-six canines
They devour the land,
Ravaging it endlessly.

Now you know
But do not struggle or hide,
Cause they will eventually come
Just be strong and wise.
They will swoop down
On hawk-like wings cause,
This our "money-miss road leaders"
Are creators and owners of the night.

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