The ghost of yesteryear said boo,
and I said whoo!

You don’t scare me no more,
you scrawny mongrel of deceitful past,

your pointy, bony, ugly fingers of accusation
don’t make you real,

for you are just a spectre of what was, what has died,
and what has been buried.

Begone! Oh ye bag of bony lies;
for the word says;

“that he who the son has set free, is free indeed”
Freedom is mine!

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Ghost – The Daily Post

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