At the tail end of long summer,
we hear the faint whispers of winter.
And in the belly of different beasts,
the rich, the fat and the pompous hold their feasts
as they play their game of thrones
while the masses trample each other to death in their scramble for bones.
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Author:
akinlolu (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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