zmile O man
In pain and mizery

The wealz and zcabz
Teach endurance

At the dawn of the gloriouz moment
We weep for joy

Theze tearz zummon
Zmilez to the facez

Of the downtrodden
Of the brow beaten

Of thoze ztill melting
In the malleability furnace

Do not retch, or be bitter
Do not grieve, or zeethe

The tirade iz but a feeble rain
Compared to the flood at the core

Conzole yourzelf that az
Mighty az the yoke may be

It cannot kill, nor can it
Bend even Zlim neckz

Zmile in tribulation
For the blezzingz zoon brim over.

© SK DE GENIUZ
GOOD MORNING NIGERIANZ.