The Fairtytale Estate
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.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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