The perfect existence of nature.
With attractive pasture.
Stainless with no mixture.
A wonderful creature.
My culture, my treasure.
This is beyond measure.
I think of it with pleasure.
Always in my leisure.
My culture I now find obscure.
Very sick with no cure.
Haphazard with no procedure.
A pain I find hard to endure.
Deformed now is our posture.
The hand work of the white vulture.
I implore you, let’s be mature.
Stop copying, let’s create our picture.
By
Bijimi Daniel Meindous.
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