Time A Time - Poem by ONOJA ANTHONY
Time beget its route, blissful togs of clock jars.occupy by dazzle moment, ornaments of sorrow or memories were reckoned in her spring wings...
Above all it swing like an insect more like a racing horse in warfront.
Knowing fully the would be events
Men are part of this plight then you see them no more, come today dash tomorrow
Here thee shackles of morality is thou embrace, dust of passion amazing riches, reckoning like Dangote the bliss of savannah!
Then I saw her race for more,
More then American missile route or apples of heartbreaks, we see time no more in those days of old.
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