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 The speed of my automobile exclusively

 Depends on the wheelman which earth born

 Crave where the passengers await it destination,

 Seeing an endless road ahead.

 Every four years is its renewal with the

 Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma

 Where the Israelites peregrinate to

 With despondency from it adversaries.

 Only the strong survive to drive the car twice.

Oh! My wrecked car needs help;

Oh! My foolhardy driver needs help

 The despoiled car got it wound from exterior

 Forces; where there is no necessity for protect,

 Asthenic tyre dawdle the speed.

 The engines that fabricate the car now hassle

 Each other with hopeless range in anger.

 In this car, life live by the way car live life.

 My enfeebled heart deems of the

 Mechanic who can revamp my sick car.

 My position calls for change which we need;

 Marooning us inside the darkest tunnel to fracas,

 The predators which we see not.

 Let's have a heroic search,

 Seeing not the vices of the past motorist.

 Wheel the car oh driver!

 Wheel the car to the right path

 That the passenger serene

 Wheel pass the motor park where other,

 Cars swift with competition among them

 My car my bucolic with countless myriad resources.

                                                                         By: ADEBOYE JESUTOFUNMI✴