Habib Akewusola Poet Ballad

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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.

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