Rapid eye recognition,
Resistant for superstition, and respect alike.
Unknown and held against in faith of tomorrow;
If only the One could live in such sorrows.
My eye has lost focus,
With Us and all the rest upon my intuition,
That hikes the World with everything but Nike as a proposition.
Common World expects the worst; 'its everything we borrow',
The locus, its repetition and the possible gallows.
Only difference has the credit towards what we owe,
In life, with loved ones, and the grievance that pivots the hurl.
YOU, the slave-one, the safe-one,
And the immaculate brave-one!
Nairobi, December 18,2010
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