When It Fly Then It Gets Dirty Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

They say time have wings, they can fly over the passage of time
They are those swine that gets dirty after they wash in mud of fate
Time became dirty and stained our very souls with hate and deceit
Listen to the proverbs and learn why the old man nerve in the street
Let's stand and salute the slogan of time we all were fooled by it
The best way to love is to kill its stings and bury its pain like artefacts
Tell the world others came before we came, they loved beyond our gasps
The tale of the stars who wonder off the valley of Akwidomi singing
The days are strong and moving very fast like the chariots of Ceasar