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   Viktor Gyökeres to Arsenal: Transfer Talks Advance as Gunners Close In on Star Striker Published: July 6, 2025 Keywords: Viktor Gyökeres Arsenal transfer, Arsenal new striker 2025, Sporting CP striker to Arsenal Arsenal on the Verge of Signing Viktor Gyökeres from Sporting CP Arsenal are making serious moves in the transfer market, and their latest target is none other than Viktor Gyökeres, the prolific Swedish striker from Sporting CP. After fresh talks this week, sources close to the situation confirm that Arsenal have activated Gyökeres’ release clause and are now very close to completing the deal. This transfer has the potential to be one of the biggest Premier League stories of the summer—and possibly the final piece in Mikel Arteta's title-winning puzzle. Gyökeres Will Not Return to Sporting – Focused on Arsenal Move Gyökeres has made his intentions clear: he will not return to pre-season training with Sporting. The 26-year-old is fully focused on sealing a move to th...

 # equity            ** NO JUSTICE NO PEACE ** Who told a white man that his field is bounty? Who taught a black man that his spirit is dark and his heart a stone? But a white cow has never raged his black fellow of being meagre Neither has has a white chicken battled a black chicken Who told you that you're blessed than your brothers? Let me take you to the the field! Come! Learn oneness and equity from animal without sense And tell me whose an animal Who told you that all your brothers are ship of one flock ? Can a shepherd control his sheep without loosing one? Then! Why judge him of being an ailment! When you're not even a doctor?! Why?!! Why roast your fellow under the scourge of wickedness? While you sit and praise your fill with the good things of his labours! Why did you say to him , "you're good as dead!" But you protect yours?! Who's a friend of death?!! Did God create them Black or white?! African or Asian, European or American?! Did God giv...

  ***** QUESTIONS **** Who made the Earth? Who made the heavens? Who made the luminaries in the realm above! Who created the see? Made it expanse set with limits, Who told the sea birds to inhabit the water? And when the leviathan spits fire from it mouth, who calms it down? Who kept the earth at it perfect position? How many stars can you number? How many can you shift from it's position? Who told the Earth to rotate and revolve? Can you say to the floodgates of heaven, " weep down thy tears, until it saturates the lithosphere"? What made the sky blue? Who taught the birds how to take flight? Who taught them how to sing? Who changes it day and night? Who can exchange the day for night and night for day? Can you master man's way to it entirety? Can you direct steps without loop holes? Can you tell about tomorrow, and what will become of it? Tell me how many days are left for you to breathe, Tell me how many fishes are in the sea, Tell me about the future, Can you crea...

  **** GREED **** How should I start to delineate how mans zeal has been misplaced by greed From a weak state To a strong state Piloted by zeal that derailed out of path Because of exceeded limits The spindle balance Overweighed by lack of altruism Zeal painted black with armando The blue sky turns harsh When zeal was victorious out of accomplishment The light from the candle illuminated vibrantly It's flames were luminous It lighted every corners of darkness Misplaced zeal turns it debilitating and disastrous It was beautiful and victorious but now grotesque and feeble Alas! Man's philosophical hypothesis are meagre If a man acquires a penny I thought he had learned many Excessive intake of poor delicacies bring forth anaemia And man's wisdom is foolishness It's a trap to his falling It's frail and gossamer.       ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.

  ***PLEA*** The dooms day struck like the birth pains of a laboured woman The ties were lingering To it's siege to the underworld of demise She was about inscribing an epitaph on the tomb stone of our ties She was pitiful and incisive Her words were sober and her voice stutter as if she will give away tears Saturated with the dust particles inward remorse It came knocking straight into pages of my heart At a moment I lost glee In tears and grimace The drops descended through my brown pages It was a moment of unforgettable conquest  Her cries were factual I was uncanny I didn't caress her feelings I hold back tears  And laughter struggles with my sorrow Because my Love has flooded away Ohh! I am drowning in dejection, Rejection Because I didn't pay attention to her affections  Her remonstration now is my attention To let her reflexions pay approbation And exchange this death paying decisions with acception.          ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist...

 ****THE SYMPHONY***   Only what was left, was the symphony  Of pains, tears and sorrow The world was the light With vast endorsement and adornment  Obedience was to caress the Earth Renew and replenish it's beauty Disobedience took it all at a blink  Euphoria diluted with sorrow Peace hibernated by hatred and contentions  On the podium of truth The blood of fallacies were sprinkled  What was left? Rivulet of pains and agony Which descendeth today through our brown pages Emaciated with wickedness Evil battered for evil Strife and burst of hate and anger Gigolos and unholy legalized Longing for wealth and not of truth Perceptions derailed from course Dissention and deceptions Inception of truth and life abated from the Figurative minds of many sundry The symphony was bitter and sweet Yes! Sweet, there's a prospect.         ™© Brown Proff, Pharmacist and Poet.