Success On the Move
Success, Success
Awaits me, slowly
Is it, when my gray hairs would judge me with curses?
Is it, when my offspring’s would pay no homage?
Or it is, when our folks, would turn their backs into frustration?
Let not success come through those doors
No! Not at all
You’ve shined on the elite; like those in America, Europe, and Asia.
What about Africa, and what about me?
Success, Success
Don’t be static, move!
You’ve got to go on and on
Don’t be bias, be selfless
Go round about.
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