POEM OF THE MONTH
When the tracks of the rat race shatters apart
It won't really matter which rat was the fittest,
So, let us break free from our 3-dimensional world
Let us think outside of this global spherical box;
But first, we must let go of what is & reach out to what will be
For we aren't ready to dream ‘til we've closed eyes to things seen.
This world is led by pregnant men,
Not politicians with pot-bellies;
People who birth new habitats for the future,
And new worlds for their realities.
Therefore, mark these words:
Only such pregnant men will survive this world.
- TOLU DANIEL