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Granpa was a gladiator,
an x-fight doctor,
a blood proctor,
pain's foster

He used to throw his arms in the heat,
punch away jabs of verbal defeat,
critics to him were a lion,
to conquer them he prayed to zion,
till his punch turned to thunder,
slayed the ancestors of plunder
till they wonder

the neighbourhood was a colosseum,
a self-destruct museum,
gossip, verbal petroleum
for those privacy invadors' auditorium

but my Grandpa was a gladiator,
an x-fight doctor,
a blood proctor,
pain's foster

He really knew pain,
as blood on the lane,
so he outsmarted them
eliminated the problem,
with the weapon of powerful ignorance,
he anticipated an intelligent instance

He would just move about in the ring,
see what his foes would bring,
then release one punch of defeat
till they died in the heat.
                                  By Kakraba Afful

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