Like the scavenging tempest, this day hurries by;
Swiftly turning its pace pass-above stoppage by Babylonian wall,
Sweeping silently the wrecked nation’s debris there and here,
Twisting around the remains from the once healthy land.
Tick tack as the clock tickles by,
With time everything wanes whilst many tales untold,
With hands glue to the chests, the inquisitive solitaries watch in agape.
As the world gazes from afar;
They wonder, sob, and cry “Where lay their giants?”
As the day fades into night…Kokoroooko …
Ah! It’s another day and the giants are still snoring?
The trees, spank by the winds cry loudly from this world, their world
As their truthful heads head toward Sinai
Alas! The quest for the messiah may swallow up a millennium!
By: ODUGBENGA, Talabi
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