We Have The Brains



We do not abound in strength,
We cannot boast to have muscles of Hercules,
We are not gifted with terrifying physical build,
But we order about the strong.

We do not have confident voices as of Luther,
We do not have words of Eisenhower,
We surely cannot speak like Churchill,
But we run the very world which their speeches once steered.

We do not have fair looks,
We are not with eyes that twinkle or glow,
We do not have charm in our dress either,
But we have beautiful minds, and that makes all the difference.

We are creators, we are designers,
We are nerds, with minds that see beyond this time,
We are thinkers, we are dreamers,
We are philosophers, with eyes that see beyond this time.

Gerry Sikazwe

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