Prosperity is not a tree grow over night
Nor leaders are made through over sight
Poverty is not a curse of bad luck
So it cannot be solved by good luck
The odds we suffer are not far from the words we ulter
Destiny laid at alter of destruction out of ignorance
Education was to be our light but we've embraced darkness
Productivity has been bowed due to lack of creativity
Slothfulness has become a regular activity
Yet we pride in our own negativity
We strife to be like them forgetting our nativity
Christ has given us his nature calling us to make a turn
We've been gone for so long
But he was ever standing strong
Knocking in patience at our doors
Waiting that we might open up
Leave those worries,forget the agonies
Cast them upon him,for he cares for you
Turn around and be blessed of him
D-Xpressionz
NOBLE
© Abimbola Noble
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