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We all live by the impulse of our minds. The visions we set pace. The ambitions we nurture. The whistle of our missions And here lies above us, A bridge we must connect Oh!  Tradition........ An entity that dares; of what spell in our minds. Crossing the bridge always seems impossible. Yet,  our traditions,  mostly laughable. Sound minds lost to anxiety Love turns a new leaf of angst Lives witness it call to death And yet,  a bridge we must connect. Must we live by the traditions that ruin lives. Certainly, what I know of Traditions are meant to serve the people And not people as sacrifice For the oath of our traditions. What a bridge we must connect!
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
THE BRIDGE
We all live by the impulse of our minds. The visions we set pace. The ambitions we nurture. The whistle of our missions And here lies above us, A bridge we must connect Oh!  Tradition........ An entity that dares; of what spell in our minds. Crossing the bridge always seems impossible. Yet,  our traditions,  mostly laughable. Sound minds lost to anxiety Love turns a new leaf of angst Lives witness it call to death And yet,  a bridge we must connect. Must we live by the traditions that ruin lives. Certainly, what I know of Traditions are meant to serve the people And not people as sacrifice For the oath of our traditions. What a bridge we must connect!
Live by good traditions and shun life taking traditions.
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26/M/Ilorin, Kwara state
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
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