Your Run Is Your Sidon
We all know our Sodom to flee from
And now I wish to include your rum:
To you loaf of Bread but I know Crumb,
Long minutes after a glassful dumb...
You're now by God's Angels invaded
For interest that are better jaded:
A fellow released dares not look back,
You'd be looking back: your fast flight slack:
To quit seizing a bottle Freedom,
Big Achievement of Divine stardom.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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