They could try and reach destinations overboard hills
But the mirage of the journey mars adventures
Just as my message to the gods arrived without words
I managed the ego of my heritage
Prompted my managers for advice in adversity
Slow in movement when counting missing numbers
Never were things a part of the discovery of our youth
Woke up to the realities of the times so apt
Mothers lay across streets without 'jubilees'
Questions of times repeated within blowing minds
Kind thought of realities which travelled our paths through summer
Time truly changed with our kind intervention
People laughed simply with fewer impressions
Wonders refused to end in our kind generational attributes
Abandonment threw up traditional rhymes
As hopes and aspirations moved up those mountains
Dashed with the carpenter’s stool
We refused to stand around the corner without voice
We acknowledged the sound of our solid ignorance
Only to be unleashed to the veritable land of the unknown
We opposed opposition from adults with shrinking faces
Infamous babies rose without standard bottoms
As unclear massages became famous from the unpopularities
We shrinked at those conflict
We danced at our new peace
We embraced the nature of burdened breasts
And quickly asked in emergency to declare solidarity, forever.
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