Only God Harbours The Hint Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

Suddenly she turned cold
Big facial lines make her looked old
Now that the results are told
It looked that we have all been sold

Will it be a shame?
After all these fame
Her ego she got to tame
You win or lose that is life game

Have we gone out in excessive razzmatazz?
Race, creed or fate played like a jazz
Now it is discovery like Frazz
Someone has got to play the Razz

Trump it up or cut it to a clint
Spread the smile with a dint
Now we go back to the mint
Only God harbours the hint

Olaniyi G. A.
© 2016