Untitled Play
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.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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