|Freiberg am Neckar, Afrikahaus, sculptures of concrete, 1986, by Aniedi Okon Akpan and Sunday Jack Akpan|
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It’s about this size
Runs on twos and got eyes
On the prize fakes can’t grasp.
It’s got genuine intellect,
A commitment designed for the wasp,
A flaw lost to deliberate neglect.
It walks on the skies
With feet of the stars that shine
Thro the night of relapse.
It’s the heat of the moment
Peculiarities that strum on harps,
Its weakness is the bond of its strength.
It’s tight as it’s wide,
Got one head held up high
For what lies beyond victory;
It is inventive genius,
Heroic feats that just had to be.
A story forever glorious.