The world, we know, is a really big place
Our hands, we know, are really small things
How did man ever change mother's face?
The jinns, of course, all his minions, the jinns
Protons and neutrons be bending physics
Puppets, these puppets, they puppets of him
Where is the Adam that tendered silks,
the one whose shadow upon us a beam?
Above the storm new horizon awaits;
City of dialoguing humans and plants
Fetter fetters fettering fearful fate,
As gold love the earth, win medals with plants
The world, our home; a really big garden
For us, our hearts; we better not harden
- Olawale Ibiyemi
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