Giant Leap - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Steve Jobs to the Coke's CEO,
That you sell watered sugar,
Less a worth, more a disease,
Nevertheless, the Big Macs,
Where go, the rest of food is
Ethnic and out of sober taste.
Capital on the rise, run fast,
Or be rounded up, your death,
With the ideas you have, will -
Take you to grave, the time's
Come, they wait for attrition,
And slowly die like poisoned.
Those who struggle, little long,
Unless those who are on the,
Giant leap, internally converted
Hardest of resistors, the might,
Modern is adept, others vanish.
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