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Let us go and sow the seed
This morning
You wake to chase after wealth
Lodged in your dreams
Yet your song, washed clean
Like words of saints
Bears no lyrics
Of new parameters.
What do i hear?
A mere voice of an infant
Crying for a luscious-looking lollipop!
He dines and wines with his ilk
On the high crest of the wave
Hence they grow bellies
That crawl beyond their thighs.....
You`re a youthful dotcom
Adorning crowns of your godfather
Forlornly the world around you
Would watch as the old stream
Efferfece in warm chemistry
If you need me, son
Let me count the hair on your crown
Let me feel the grain of your palm
Then, take my hand
And let us make friends
Under the shade of the rainbow
We were not born into eternal want
Together, let us go and sow the seed
With enduring toil let us reap the harvest
From our virgin land, storing yearly
Abudant grains of sweat.
"We were not born into eternal want
Together, let us go and sow the seed"
Milton, what great words!
Thank you for inviting me here - your work is excellent.
May God bless you and keep you.
Myra