The Red Herring Poem by Haruna Garba

The Red Herring



Alert as I always want to keep,
Slumber occasionally steals in.
The precious I always want kept,
Fall in to the shrewd nets of some.
Those goofproof guards I do keep,
Sadly get impoverished by smart guiles.
Sorry to my terrier, a pity to the hound
Nothing, repeat nothing to find out-
blood of red herring having been spilled.

Sunday, October 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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