THE EXECUTIONER

It understands
It death rows
Eyes turned like wine
That wasn't the usual cry
This non strange to man
In the blood dungeon pit
They understand where they are
Even passers- by fathomed
A soul is about to lost
Leg tied
The executioner knows no pity
We must eat
Atleast not forbidden
The mystery of this
Is hard to die
Death makes all a coward
A single minute
We peep through world
As passers by
What is our story?
My story
Your story
Legacy my story
What about yours?

SAHEED SADIKU OLUWATOYIN,
Faculty of Law,
Usman Dan fodio University
(Finalist) 07036864974 saheed4u20032001@yahoo.co.uk