Lately; It dawned on me; the redefinition of our set goals Our target to scale through the wide gloom To fight for the rebirth of our esteemed values The struggle to rebuild the broken wall of our Nubian Virtues What we were originally known for. Sailing through the stormy sea to the safe harbour We had a compass, howbeit; the pirates amongst us drowned it through the hole of evil intention. Now our goals; the scrolls that held the great virtues we highly extolled Have been manipulated! Adulterated! Yes; dilapidated!!!! I can’t imagine; that from diligence and focus, our young; have become fans of quick cash and shortcuts The goal is to get a full bag, many at a go; full of dough I heard of this one; that 10 bottles to wipe away your sorrow has now become a goal Or that you; perpetuating the immoral at the corner; infact, has been tagged a beautiful public show Ooooh! Would you listen to nay – Sayers? Who tells you to score a goal; into th
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