Trade Of The Gladiators Poem by sholadoye Dada

Trying to figure something out
Though everything seems void
And anything doing, could be just dream
But this dream could crack nut
With the gladiators nervous
Wanting to make things work
To make for the space between dream and reality
Even when the plants weren’t producing many fruits
Its seed will someday do
And the bare land will one day raise soldiers

As if just planting wasn’t enough
Refining was far necessary for the gold
And more than 24 hours for the day
If it could make it work
If it will deliver reality
The gladiators stand tall to it
Ready to lay down more than life
Just to make it look like the dream
That will be passed on
The baton that will be handed over

But it’s like dreaming was a mistake
Nobody is collecting the baton from the gladiators
There aren’t giant thinkers anymore
And it’s like its asking for too much
Since the seed isn’t on the side of the seeder
It’s pulling down the rave of their trading
After the eagles had explored the sun
Paving way for the dream to wake up
And only for the little eagle to soar
Then, it wants to walk