RISE!!

We let this western watches hand cuff us,
So we don't really have time on our hands,
Dear African Child, push your own rock up the mountain, 
You are born for this,
Caress the future and learn to step over the past,
You are not a slave to the hands of time,

Whenever your road to success gets curvy,
Always remember this, not everyone is born an oracle,
But the least we know can help us to be better people.
Take your pen as a sword, your book, is a shield,
Move past your obstacles;
When failure knock-knock at your door,
Do not be nervous, for the key to your door
Is hanged on education, hence, the key to success,

You are a shining star, conceived with the light,
Illuminating to the darkness of this world,
You are that elevated piece of art work
Molded by the hands of this world,
Painted with the rainbow colors;

Your sweat, shall water the seed
Of your upcoming family tree.
It is time you learn how to harvest food for thoughts,
To feed your starving inner child, my dear,
It all starts today; the future is lies in your head,
Your hands are just there for coordination,
You are what you think;
African child, you are born a star,
Let the world embrace your shine!!




POETIC2MI

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