We beat our tracks back to
the highway
And find intimations of
privileges come to play.
In the scheme of things, an
atom of hope is pivotal,
Like a band of metaphors
strapped to a verse of poetry.
A hundred million destinies
marinate in the cauldron.
The pleadings of urgency wake
the cries of the dawn.
Tomorrow hurries up, with
pregnant clouds, bringing sheaves.
A million seeds arise to take
the lead and will achieve.
Akpan
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