Air Defence System Poem by Haruna Garba

Scattered like scorpions across the terrains
That really is what you have land-wise
And as when the rain has flooded their home
Ants-like, they'd hold the air to ransom
Here are fireflies with hidden furnace!
Intermingling, jerking like rattled ants
The horned beetles make manoeuvres
How beautiful goes the fireworks!
Trajectory could be wonderfully deadly
The grounders are no poor man's stuff
And neither are the fliers themselves
Money all wrapped in fire sneezing shells
One match matched to another match