Endless Mining Miles
It claps down through the lonely lane of view,
Far an eyesore with intent, trying not
To build out of raw annoyance long queue,
Lined up in weakness from a feat so hot.
Bit by bit, busy mornings mining miles
Away from nearer tease, closing up luck,
With tense atmosphere clawing calm styles,
Beasts in loyal heart lately riding truck.
On weary road, catching fun of captives,
Past weighs… each weird run’s timing: shooting .
Now, on its fitness, time what fun forgives—
A stake of peace commending rolling spit.
On a roaring mountain top upon birth,
Off silent valley’s stage: offensive death.
Copyright © Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa | Year Posted 2025
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