Blank Verse ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ From the south cloud come hurrying with wind
I wonder how many are running for what they don't see
Some are running as if he end time has come
The falcon can't hear the falconer
Clothes were tattered flag
Exposing women dagling breast
While men insulator couldn't resist open secret
The creatures of sea join the race into displace
Suddenly,a sound echo from the south
'Clum clum clum clum'
As if it was festival of Ogun,the god of iron ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Multitude are falling into one pit from one to another
Their children was wondering what was happening,
But one thing i knew was that,
The child is the father of the man
After a while,I notice the sky has change:
Everything went dark Then i knew
It gonna be rain.
By Waleola
(Unstructure Poem)