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From Methuselah’s 969
Now, the best we get is a blinking 99
Ever moving in a jet jacket
Still we lie early beneath the ground in quick blankets
From the stretch of the wanderers feet
To the array of our Ferrari’s fleet
Zooming off thro and fro
And this time we are meeting our greatest woes

It’s like speeding to crawl
Our ever smart inventions
With the sanest intentions
But bang!! Comes the collision,
Even the guards harm with the assorted guns

The rich cries the poor cries
Alas!! Who’s going to help tame the time fly
Sleep is quick, food is quick, and death is quick
Sight and strength are weak
Bowing to the gripping hands called “sprint”.

The manipulated is fast overriding the true and orderly
We’re edging towards the full knowledge world
But the more we know the more we don’t know
Many are the things yet shown

Before jets start plying the street
Who knows if many would be 2 or 3?
The more we go the more we go!!!


@Bolaji Olaniba (2017)


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