Posted by lucky ekanem on
WILD WIND
Whiz, whiz its tyrant teaze
Brace up its gonna freeze
Under a doom shade
Will fling the world on its raid
Gust with its splurge
Spout with a touch
Sweeping with strutting guts
The earth dims it laud-
The trees bow
Applauds with its leaves
The ocean roars
Roams off its bank
And throws its offsprings
Like garments upon its pass
Like the end
Rapture intend
Cuz the saints are up in the skies-
The whirring grits
But our eyes we plead
Our slums are naked
For our thatched roofs have got wings
But maybe u speak
Of a cloud dripping
Or rather just vauntful roam
To acclaim your majesty
Yet we plead
In thy judgement-
Take not all we own
Rip not all we've sown
Thou mad spectre!
Like a wild beast
But leaves no spoor for a catch
You enjoy spluttering our ears
Mocking our fears
Yet nature habours such insanity