Dare to stand up
When time is ripe
For your turn to take up the cup
Of hope from a sliding slope.
Dare to play your part
In disentangling knotty issues
Concealed in a calabash tilted at an angle in a cart
Primed to traumatize tender tissues.
Dare to take a calculated risk
In proportion to notions and actions
That halt haters who frisk
Fountains of finesse whose function favour flaying frustrations.
Dare to dabble
In peace promotion and elevation
That curtail and contain chaos and rabble
That thwarts amelioration of votes for devotion and salvation.
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