Toll Gate
TOLL GATE
Hopes of gigantic success
Are not easily digested without a toll.
Success's but a choice which one must suppress.
No broadcasting at the Genesis should help a toe.
At the toll gate stands the military.
Filled with ammunitions that one could not guess
You'll pay a token to get a pass not withdrawn.
A token to the recruit
A token till the highest level's up.
Success's like a wealthy-exoctic uncle
Which one must in seeing give
Even to the gatekeeper and the gardener.
Success's a journey with barricades handicap.
We must pay that toll to get into the row.
Copyright © Oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka | Year Posted 2017
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