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THE DRIVER DIED


The driver died, the news was seen nationwide Many questions glided across the shores to the master's bedside In a foreign haven he occupied for his ailment to subside The driver died, in a country where things are misapplied The Master's statements are classified and mostly implied So shrouded and mostly often denied The driver died and the nation was dissatisfied They have been lied to about many dangling issues that have petrified The uproar inside the nation is hard to be quantified The driver died, who was accused, to his master, he belied For documents falsified, in sums of money, so ratified By the cops, who took him aside around the yuletide The driver died, they said of prolonged ailment that long abide As the driver died, many ask, why not take him alongside Instead of a glorified condolence message to hide An open secret of why the driver died and is mystified (c) Munemume Ebitimi Arthur -080421
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