Untitled Play

UNTITLED PLAY. Title of today Explains my daily Blame, I wonder for my Fame As my name is stressed In pain, I whale to vain, with Swinging faith, Like the pendulum In the clocks case. Time has no trace, Neither can you Regulate his paste. My play has misplaced Her stage name, I speck as a delicate Snail These pregnant generation Carry’s no face, Absolutely nothing is to Gain by the end of today, How do I escape, The grenade would Consume lot of names. My steps continue to Fluctuate. Goliath of this age Is rich in vain Than the one I read In my bibles page. Pack your stones In place, Gaze on tomorrows Case, Stone every image that Block your taste In a positive way. The home of glory In through the Lane called hope, You would need a rope To catch the mighty tadpole From the final note. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.