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I hear gun shots in my yard,
The siren deafens like madness.
All these buzz
Just to steal chicken egg.
One chicken egg,
Yet the mother hen broods.
When she’s done,
Cocks will crow, hens will lay.
O it’s you who stole our egg
And your fart stinks rotten;
Rot burrowed even to your offspring,
Now he’s stealing eggs too.
You take our eggs to worship place
Holy man says plenty chants,
All your guilt flushed like cistern
But the stench remains around here.
Now you are eyeing our mother hen
And all the plenty eggs underneath.
Hmmm…..don’t even think about it;
That beak is a viper’s fang.
Written by: Anyi Charles Egbe
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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