Crash At The Store. Poem by Adeleke Oluwafemi

Among a thousand sperm that lined;
A lot of effort formed you.
You developed and got refined;
You debut the six-ward crew.

A loud noise of here we go;
shakes the world at thy birth,
with no option for the foe,
but to rejoice in their tent.

Thy sunset in the morning,
you give us a false hope.
You test our faith in mourning;
fading with dreams like globe.

Casualty won at the wrestle,
leaving your demise so blur.
You are an adorable vessel;
that crash right at the store.