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The Celebrants, a poem by Ken Saro-Wiwa

The Celebrants They are met once again To beat drums of confusion Tattooes of mediocrity They are met once again The new cow to lead To the ...

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    Homeless, Not Hopeless We are the native of the street Holed-up under bridges We are necessary We are part of your existence Major fragm...
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