Wait Death
Wait Death
When in a hurriedly hurricane
An egg expounding hope
Slips, falls and cracks open
The mother bird stands helpless
Shall she weep for a child to come?
As if the invidious kite has done
The evil she witnesses
When a green growing fruit drops
It has denied a man its joy
It’s tree mother the fulfilling joy
Even in the face of drought
The planted seed cries for rain
When an owl sings
In the daylight
Again, a soul, a young soul goes
With bitterness and languish
Causing and abusing fate
He designs to renovate the Milky Way
A golden egg of a cock
Even the Angels Strike
Remorselessly death prepares for another
Do not dig out the yam in May
For you shall eat but okra- like yam
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