My light nearly went dim
Thanks for the holder of my dream
I won't have been alive to tell the story
By now, I would have been at the topmost storey
The ground of no return
But for God who held me on
The cart would have been on course
Long before the horse
'Tele...Tele...Tele'
That's all I heard them say
As I took to my heels
To avert more ills
I turned the fastest man on earth
That my breath might live its length
An experience I prayed not for my enemy
Not to talk of another member of my family
But are we not tending towards failure
With a greater number of our future
Now miscreants
And secret cultists?
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