Written by: Ako Henshaw

            WAY TOO FAR
A world of death un-minatory
Having non-a-soul harboring peasantry
Every material not on grounds being monetary
See wars’ presence at a vote minority
leaving every being in perfect harmony
If intellectuality’s true course is an awared society

Love being so truthfully lovely
So secured is every party
And moments together is divine worthy
With first kisses always at heart
So old memories to forget then hard
While coitus strives no man mad
Hence only rendering love precious the time they had
But not a clue true to day life
cos all said is to the world a lie
                                             Ako N. Henshaw