It climbed.
Up it climbed. The Scree firm.
I saw it, before it was seen.
Feathered though,it stole gravity.
It lacks horns,left on-ignored.
Ignored!Now it gores.uufelt at touch,
unseen at sight.
Bits though at birth,it grows to bang.
What can should be canned.
In that spark, that match,is Hiroshima!
Kill,yes kill for it kills.
The savvy-ious words from experience are not ravings,but those of a Prophet!
AJAYI, Kolade.
Nigeria.
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