Erosion Poem by Timothy Faboade

With ugly, daredevil, red eyes,
faster, more furious with burning anger,
along the roads of bigger sizes
with no destination or known Hanger,
he runs, faster, much faster than cheetah.
All hills, rocks and stones it dares,
making them all whiter and weaker.
Without digger, he digs wells and holes
sit in and on them royally without chairs.
All roads, paths, streets and ways
he hijacks and swiftly away
sweeps many heaps of dirt of ages.
Erosion, a crawling water being, a cage
cannot contain its sheer mirage.