A Fortnight ago


A fortnight by Nosa George
A fortnight ago the fear of night became a journey of the day
The raging fire feared by alphabeta become a reality of today..
The roaring lion unleashed it fierce on suckling
Baby sitters are made plantain in the waking

The dead av gone further away from happening
Like scatter motherless infant been a witness to pain of fire
A folktales Jounrneyed to nightmare at fierce
We stood in the midst of the fire having no pierce

With thorn the thrown became home for morn
The night is young with the asbent of moon
Confronted by our fear all around the room
Sophisticated hunting the worthless
With all seriousness ND unrest

The forthnigth that made our dead dead
From the fountain the lions became hopeful
Pack of wolves in the midst a weeping lion's dead
Laughter could only be heard by the night dreadful

A forth night ago remain an enternity for children whaler
The sky wicked enough to remain still
Hateful day refusing to unstrive
Voices from the dead even as maker

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