PHOTOCOPY
History is the duplicate of destiny
The direction of humanity
The bearer and the subject
Makes it look like lateral inversion
Of the mirror image from the side
Written in the unspoken language
In ink of selective visibility
Those that saw it thus couldn't read it
Those that read, couldn't translate it
We all know it exists
But the content remains mystery
But for history
We write in our tongue all mystery
We can't still define some things
But how comes that had been written
Nobody could say a thing about the book
We know not what, why, where or when of it
But we would do it to ourself
Write history to duplicate the book of fate
DAUDA ONAWOLA
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