We were united in that same spirit,
In camaraderie,
You know,
We are young, beautiful and ambitious,
Looking for a spot to pitch our tent,
Because we are the future leaders.
Everyday, we sit together to plan,
Under the cool dense Gmelina tree,
Plans which we execute before deadlines,
Clicking our glasses together and raising them high towards the sky,
And laughing deeply into our soul,
To celebrate our wins.
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We do not seek to outwit the opposite gender,
Or to annoy the fewer others,
But we seek to build our empire,
Bit by bit until it is turned into a castle,
So we were,
Until tragedy struck.
It happened that we harbour spies within us,
Passing expensive messages across to the other gender,
To frustrate our plans,
Our work was known to the world before execution,
Now tell me,
Can you set the cart before the horse?
It was a blow to the spirit of oneness.
We plot no evil,
We do no harm,
But they made it all sneaky and fishy,
As though we are the daggers,
We were invaded by government men,
With their pistol,
It was a blow to the spirit of oneself.
