Peak

PEAK If you'll be coming tomorrow Let your mother say to you- 'you are not a mediocre' Let your father say to you- 'your place is above the sky' For nothing sells more In this market Than peak There is a soldier Right outside your window He hates the sun, and anything that shines He won't make you glo- and rule your world Yello! you may leave his sight For he won't be everywhere you go A boy catches a falling star He swallows it His mother won't cry no more For he has become Lagos- a centre of excellence. You are the white dimple On the face of a bitter cloud You'll rain, and children will smile You'll reach your peak For nothing sells more In this market Than peak- it's in you! Michael Ace