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Spear me the word


 
Didn't all of us make a resolution?
The one you could call new year resolution?
How many followed through them to this present presentation?
Please spear me the word
I have heard oceans of that
 
Don't wish me a happy new year
Because there is nothing happy about the year
And nothing new about the year!
Tribalism, terrorism, nepotism
And all the zims that you could remember, are they new?
Please spear me!
 
Poverty, prosperity, loyalty, and all the tys that you could remember are they new?
Please spear me!
In fact, forget the two and thousand and let's go by the final
The two thousand was the year 
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9... 
Was the number I recited in the days of nursery rhymes at the pass of time
In days I recited them for 1,095 days
In months it was 36 months
In years it was 3 solid years reciting one, two, three...
Tell me should that same number be new still?
Please spear me!
 
Spear me the long life and prosperity!
That in reality nothing has given me hospitality.
Which do you prefer; to live long without legacy or to live short with an indelible mark?
It is not how far but how well...
 
Spear me the wishes 
For if wishes were horses
The beggars would not only ride one but many!
For now the princes are walking on foot 
While servants are upon horse!
What have you done to stop this omen?
Spear me please!
 
Please spear me that word
"I wish you a happy new year" 
For without attitude and character
The year be happy with violence and co
 
Now the wind is blown 
The jingle is gone
The popping and champaign is gone
What next?
Can't you now action take?
That the rat goals and objectives achieved?
That indeed the year would happy be?
That the hyphen in between death and birth time would smile that a legacy has been?
 
I won't be last though, I'll still say haply new year
But spear me the world "I wish you long life and prosperity" 
For my friend Terry died aged 18. Should that be long life?
My grandfather was wretched when I came to this world. He is wretched still and obviously will be wretched. For what has 90 years got to do with prosperity? Should that be prosperity?
 
Nonetheless, I wish you a happy and prosperous new year.
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Stanley Mata

I'm a poetic engineer... Lol. I write poems and novels and I'm currently studying electronic and computer engineering in the university. I'm from Enugu state in the Eastern part of Nigeria. I love friends around the world. I know I'm the best poet and novelist in my generation.

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