Dangling Poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

Feeble fingers at work
The ball-point taking its walk,
Strolling through my sheet's streets
And its footprints it leaves in bits.
Generation will come to see
The great opportunity this man ceased.
The up and coming breeds will marvel at his piece
And at its contents, they won't hiss.
The night my eyes steal
Its dizzy hours I don't feel.
My fingers are moving still,
Aiding my pen in its gorgeous display of skills.
My brains thoroughly ransacked,
Its ideas heartlessly confiscated
For inspiration I laid ambush
To make sure this is poetically lush.
Cos this picture is not just for my brothers!
It'll surely survive beyond Africa's borders.