You and I are humans; for if we were angels
We wouldn't live on this plane called earth
But roam around our God in heaven
Humans are made, angels are created
And humans are made before they journeyed here
Gold may not lose its sheen
But it sure may lose its worth
Yoruba doesn't sell the privilege of age to wealth
What you don't want to forget
Just write it on your palm
I tell you it shall be there forever
No amount of cleansing dares rub it off
Birds don't love boughless trees
On which there are no rooms for perching
Look deepy into the past
But don't live slightly on it
Treasure never resides in open earth
It's in the places hidden.
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