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I heard the sounds of hiss and hoot
So I walked with fire under my foot
Again I heard the trumpet and roar
Then I cried; from this land away I could soar
I had no hope of a bray
I cried my fate was today
I was enmeshed in a hysterical forest
And the buzz gave no rest
Soon, the tyrant Showcase-the typhoon
Then the cloudburst of the monsoon
I fear they cancel all lees
Then must I bend like the trees
And with jaws ready to snag
And the tempest ready to thrust
And you have no way to play your gag
You may only have the ground to trust
About the Creator
Louis Obarike
Loving is living!
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