Trademark
A near miss
Or fall of life
Inspires many to whisper-
In the home of disarray,
Where lives feed on amazement.
There's no one to sweep the litters
Just as debates hold
And attitudes glow,
The sirens break the mood.
A cloud of sigh gathers
With a temperate atmosphere,
Yet a hail to dodge ceaselessly drop.
In a moment, appetite for answers derail,
Questions take a steep down the throat
And jaws rest their might.
Men in boots
Expose many to rain
Just when need for shelter heighten-
As already the sword of defence
Has lower its guard
For the gifts
Of Harmattan
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