He wears a locket around his neck
Hidden beneath his clothes
Yet to those who enquire politely
He will shyly explain
Passed down by the elders
It’s a talisman of his tribe
He can’t afford to lose it
It’s a symbol of their pride
…
Oh those blazing eyes!
A talisman of his strength
Of a spirit fuelled by hardships
Seemingly unsurmountable
Or that stellar mind
That holds his class awestruck
Weaving magic with numbers
His theories and logic, a passionate construct
…
All are spellbound by his aura
The way he holds his head high
With the degree in his hands, precious
The first of his tribe
The locket that he carries
Will have his name inscribed
Today he is truly
A talisman of his tribe.
….
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