If Any One Is There
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Abdul Wahab
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After my death how people would
Vote and rate, and treat my mind
Of that situation I should have a glimpse
Before I die, so I preclude myself to engage
In the task to get some one to scratch
In return of my job which I do on his or her back
And I disassociate from the club
Where members indulge in mutual praise
Now I silently sit and wait to hear
The sound and music of the drum
Which I used to beat
In the name of promotion
And keep an eye too
From the cover, behind the curtain
To see if any one is there
To unfurl the flag
Which I left on the tip of a hill
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