In time you will tread this road,
Modified by adjectives of sufferance,
This road shrouded in cloaks of hunger,
Where the only source of nutrition for malnourished dreams,
Are tears from their raining eyes and mucus from their leaking nose.
It is then you will metamorphose your fantasies,
Into variegated amount of living lights,
You will pluck the fruits of nature and tweak their algorithms,
To produce a food chain of abundance,
You will wage wars alongside antibiotics,
Against the avid goddess of dysentery,
Lo! You will look at yourself slowly,
And denounce those doctrines of throwing,
Diatribes at the effulgence of science.
Written by Olajide Ajise (Batch A, 2016) for Za Kano Kofas and can be contacted via mail (firstname.lastname@example.org)
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