HOW DO YOU THINK YOU'LL WIN vs MOTHER'S TORTOISE by Stonéz

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Name: Wahab Olamilekan

PenName: Stonez

Genre: Poetry

Profession: Social Educator

Location: Nigeria

7. HOW DO YOU THINK YOU'LL WIN?

If you are still drinking from the old pot of wine

that got your fathers stimulated in chains.

That had their minds corrupted with prayers

that were left to rot in some forgotten jails.

How do you think you'll win?

If you are still a puppet of the so-called saviors.

If you are still hypnotized

by their mere words of dream.

How do you think you'll win?

With your mind somewhere deep

beneath your deepest fear; death,

faraway from light.

How do you think you'll win?

With your head on the ground

watering your master's land; faith,

screaming for more.

How do you think you'll win?

With your hope for a new home; heaven,

wondering, maybe someday would come

that you'll refuse to be preyed upon.

Perhaps there's a winning for you.

Rebel Stonez 🎶

8. MOTHER'S TORTOISE

Live like our mother's tortoise,

Our mother's tortoise.

Never live like our father's rabbit,

Our father's rabbit.

Be patient with your living,

Like the honey that returns with honey.

Be peaceful with your shell,

Like the God's sent guardian angel.

Be pleased with your silence,

Like the world doesn't care for your reference.

Live like our mother's tortoise,

Our mother's tortoise.

Never live like our father's rabbit,

Our father's rabbit.

Rebel Stonez 🎶

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