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LEGAL DISCLAIMER:  This poem is an abstract idea and does not pertain to any particular person.  Like most art, they are subject to interpretation, as well.

Reedited on 12.17.2019:  I have now added unto the hashtags, these words/phrases:  conscientious objection, pacifism, non-interventionist, non-resistant, non-aggressionist, anti-imperialist, antimilitarist, statelessness, stateless, philosophically stateless, among the others, after learning them out of something that I encountered on my visual field in the prior day(s) upon researching an online subject which, in all honesty, was the result of my social loafing at work.  The main idea was the background from which it was taken & that the sharing of books/authors and then comparing notes with others have brought this development about.  It could be a fluke.

The Reconstruction of Lagos-Badagry Carriageway Project was started in 2012 by the Lagos State Government to expand the Lagos end of the road which leads from Lagos through the west coast of Africa all the way to Accra in order to create a metro rail system at the centre. However, the progress was stalled during the immediate past regime and this left the section of the extremely busy commercial road in a state of complete collapse plunging commuters into unimaginable suffering. So many have died on this road, many of them trampled by containers that often fall off trucks. Millions of dare-devil commercial bikers have flooded the place hiking prices as this has now become the preferred mode of transportation. Sometimes you might be tempted to just stay aside and watch the squirming sea of pedestrians, motorcyclists, buses and trucks altogether caught in an unending traffic jam. It may yet seem unbelievable to some that pedestrians could also be caught in a standstill traffic jam. 

Let's stand against corruption.

This poem is based on the comic strip that was created by Chester Gould.

I hope people can make some sense of what I was saying. Sometimes I just spill my emotions onto a page and end up not sure if it's even logical.

I felt like writing this because in the past few years I've dwelled on the darkness I see in myself and other people - the corruption. I see so much of it that I tend to lose sight of what's good. For a while I dwelled on the darkness and felt content with hatred. I hated the human race. I wanted to watch it die because in my mind everyone, including myself, deserved it. But now I've found peace in solitude and prayer/meditation. Even though I still easily see bad things in myself and other people I've become a little more numb to them. I'm more able to highlight the good things in people. I've done this by turning not to people themselves, but to something higher, much higher. I crave solitude and time alone so that I can reflect on this, and so that I'm not so sickened by the world around me.