Rush Poem by Garba Inuwa
Rush
they're running fast
like that hare
you chase here and there
like the cat
HUNTING for a rat,
moving faster
every tickle of time
the trees run
thought they move fast
the opposite direction
as i sit firm
in my cheavy seat,
what make them stand
when i step down
with our motion up
my father beamed
'they're as they're
while we move on'
that makes him a father
to all of us.
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