THE FAIRTYTALE ESTATE

Written by: habib akewusola

                           THE  FAIRYTALE  ESTATE.
These  wooden  slate  of  grace
Written  inside  the  Egyptian
Cave,
The  symbols  of  every
Name,
Is  a  stranger  to  decide
His  faith.
The  fairytale  estate,
Cuts  across  delicate
River  Benue,
Opposite  the  rain
Wearing  a  blind
Concave,
Lack  of  weaves  has
Subtracted  the  phrase
Elevate.
Come  along  to  my
Magistrate,
His  sited  among
The  cunny  frame.
Calculated  dreams  I
Have  to  create,
In  sudden  shake
Of  this  stagnant  taste,
See  the  harvested  maize
Filled  this  gaijantic  pale
It’s  the  lane  where
Rats  play,
Am  so  entertained  like
Watching  a  wrestling  game.
What  is  man
Without  a  name?
Laid  in  delicious  
Plate,
Name  with  attribute  
Of  faith.
You  sit  in  high
Place,
Were  ordinary  can  not
Trace,
Stampede  is  all  you
Aim.
I  cannot  deceive  my  
Name,
She  has  been  proclaimed
Deep  into  the  vain.
It’s  time  to  standout
Great,
My  stage  is  fairytale,
I  must  flip
This  wrong  page.
                                                                                                                          AKEWUSOLA  HABIB.