Disagreement is common even with wisdom,
Words are liked and disliked in every forum,
I see Nigeria my country as a polygamous home,
where siblings from same sperm or womb
Quarrel and fight on a daily basis
yet, deep down within their veins
Is a blood flowing from same ancestors
Vibrating in ripple effects:
'we are still families'.
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