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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