Like a ghost in the night
Like a witch in flight
Like a child in fright
And like zenith on height
*
Like a babe in tight
Like the Sunnis and shiites
Like the Nigerian plight
Like the cargoes in freight
*
Like the gods in might
Like a city through blight
Like the klitchkos in fight
Like the flying of kite
*
Like the speed of light
Like a thief in the night
Like the blind man’s sight
Like Kilimanjaro’s height
*
I have gone through shites
I have been on awesome heights
But whatever my present plight
The future, surely is bright
Reflections on metaphysics I can be found here
‘Lanre Bucknor had a tough time naming this set of rhymes such that this lies fallow for long in his note pad. This started playfully but ended up making sense or maybe not.
‘Lanre can be further engaged on twitter and Instagram via @lordrooz