Loral You Are 30 Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

LORAL you are 30
Like an embryo
You have grown
An exquisite beautiful bride
Rapture on the altar of education

Cynosure of all schools
Drunk in the rhythms
Of socials and academics

LORAL you are 30
Like a ghetto blaster
You pipe the music
Of academic pilgrimage
Of glorious yesterdays
And unbeatable today

The undisputed pace-setter
Masquerading in the clutches
Of men and women
Of professional prowess

LORAL you are 30
But you couldn't have been
Without LO(retta) and Ral.