By Segun Johnson Ozique

The zest for swiftness runs today’s growth
The rush that seizes the limbs and brain:
Veritable magic sweeter than opium
But the best impression of wealth
Probable height of sensual delusion
Is being able to meet all wants and needs
Life and activities seemingly normalised
Soothing that lures the brain
And all other neurons engine
To bliss and harmony of Concordia
But should any organ fail to wait for others
Even split seconds, brings to home the caveat;
The sensation of speedy growth is great
But the wild result usually can be, fatalities

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