Lies the pains of today
Within the outside premises abound
The gains of tomorrow yet to be foretold
Knowledge for posterity
Pears hath to be preserved
For the ripping age is the blessing hour
Opportunities and the mind at the mountain for a covenant
Let the calabash howl; worries its worries
The sand separates themselves from the waters
The new light is brighter than in the beginning
Our tunnels seen clapping in carnival
The joy of a new dawn endangered most of our species
To those whom the future belongs to
Solution most be sustainable as ours
A consideration on the path of humanity
Boxes were made of good walks
Bronze, silver, gold, even diamonds…
Choose the right path and make it right
We chose the wrong to build on it!
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