zmile O man
In pain and mizery
The wealz and zcabz
Teach endurance
At the dawn of the gloriouz moment
We weep for joy
Theze tearz zummon
Zmilez to the facez
Of the downtrodden
Of the brow beaten
Of thoze ztill melting
In the malleability furnace
Do not retch, or be bitter
Do not grieve, or zeethe
The tirade iz but a feeble rain
Compared to the flood at the core
Conzole yourzelf that az
Mighty az the yoke may be
It cannot kill, nor can it
Bend even Zlim neckz
Zmile in tribulation
For the blezzingz zoon brim over.
© SK DE GENIUZ
GOOD MORNING NIGERIANZ.
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