NO LONGER IN SPAN

Look at your back, there it follows

Unseen creature but can seen

Run away cannot escape it

Created to be with us

In our blood it tapped

In bed, in the sea

Any angle together we are

It laughs at our deeds.

     Has no ear to listen our cry

No sight to see the gushing tears

In haste it is.

     Duke made it an hubris

In our steps it watches

During the funfair sojourn

Comes up with its distraction

It snores is that of mortality

Always moves around with its weapon

We show our detestation

But it minds not.

                                                      M.B Oladosu