Lizards Have Themselves A Home Poem by Haruna Garba

The Architect came to build
So he made his wall invincible
But then came global cooling
And all reptiles felt threatened
Lizards dreamt of caves
Decisively gecko told agama to wait
Exploration could be their best friend
Stone as bricks
Refined sand and cement
Such a fine job
Sure magma can do
Sand is stone
Stone is magma
Sure, sure magma can do
And it will continue to do
For liquid ancestor to annihilate his own

And when it eventually gushed out
Cracks like lighted clouds formed
Some branched to the right
Others branched to the left
Now with cracks all over
Lizards have themselves a home
To hole up
To hibernate
You lose feeling when turned to stone
Anytime the earth revolves
The endoplasm of its core makes a puss
Anytime our spaceship rotates
That endolymph of hers churns up
And should the core go berserk
It is just another civil brawl
One potion ravaging the other
Pulling chestnut out of fire for them
They will never take heed
Given to colour
They will never be admonished
They will never meet
Besotted with tongue
They will never come to terms
Hurt by satire
Sleeves of garment face either ways
Succumbed to philosophies
Orient is antonymous to the occident
Sure weakness for our self defeat