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No Cause For Control, Everything Is Under Alarm:

Art thou paradoxical or oxymoronic dear o theme
Are your lines imbued rather strikingly by the edges of truth
Can I authenticate or measure the exactitude of yet a truism which is deployed to sing it true.
Thou hath always been written as a traditional dogma for ages; "worry not as there's no need for such a cause".
However, you are sometimes manipulative, one with positive yet negative connotations.
A two edged tool but I will leave thee unarmed by tales intensified of how gigantically ambiguous you are.

My country is threatened by ethical and tribal tempestuousness
Half a populace personify penury
A people that exemplifies obscurity and poverty
Corruption is the Lingua so adorned
Inequality screeches louder than The Krakatoa Eruption
Terrorism blinds the day as darkness makes it way.
Mortality described as the beauty of our diversity yet threatens immunity.
Unemployment our bane, an anthem we look forward to wane.
The deplorability of our educational standards is characterized by many necessities, one which changes enunciate still
Domestic violence is indeed our culture that needs to be punctured and deflated.
Injustice is as laughter is to another
Agriculture our tradition, the totem of our culture is left in reckless abandon.
Many a infrastructural edifice cannot stand the test of time but cost many a dime.
Our liquid contaminated but can we ever be *reconvalescenced*
Should I speak of security or their sheer inability
Famine lines yet our mines
Climate change is a topic of rage
Wars and rumors of wars reek corners of many a lot.
Conflict is our weight lift or our cornflakes
Human rights are no longer knights of equal might but rather cast into a night.
Gender inequality seeks superiority.
Refugees are left diseased.
Beggars for our ledgers.
Environmental factors questions our actions.
Migration needs yet another explanation.

There's no cause for control as everything is indeed under alarm.

Samuel Hope Uchechukwu