Mysteries And Lies Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

There's a place no legs have been,
Neither hill-climbers have climbed
Nor any seers in dream have seen.

There's a language i wish to learn,
I heard it's of those who whispers
And chant with witches and fearn.

There's a voice screaming my name,
Far from the thickest of the forest
But i'm afraid to answer as i'd claim.

There's a tree where the wind hang his nest
Very weak but has ten lives of a man
I think it's standing along the east or west.

How do cold shells hatch and turns fins？
Just as the insect that walks on legs like man
And some men that flies on heavy wings.

There's a black crow on the farmway,
It sucks out children's eyes if they are left alone
Just like mysteries and lies if not scared away.