Like a game,
A fair coins,
A head Or a tail,
What is the end result?
Of a life, A little honey, And a bit of ale,
Sweet sour, Sour sweet. The sour irony lies around the corner,
Till then man has got no powers.
The whirlwind watches,
the curtain drawn, Man’s waterloo- death evolves.
By Adeyemi Kehinde Dominic.