History Poem by Haruna Garba

The world moves like a rat,
Its history told by its trailing tail.
Ignore this
and you are the worst on earth.
Ignore it and have yours
the worthless one to be told.
The more conversant with it,
the more cautious the cabby
The more conscious of it,
the warier the ward.
Its stranger,
awfully minds a myopic mind
for what went wrong
must reap not a repeat
but that which was a lovie

Had it been reared right
and read like radar,
folks would have no single case.
Its truth is real truth
but alas, it is full of false
for no sooner it is made
it explodes in some smokescreen