The Engine Of Life Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Wonderful wonders in a desert plea
Not in a deserted solitary nation
Why is thine head facing down oh engine?
Your Engineer has made you perfectly
Despite the boom all around still solitary,
Had the wavering of boobs to steer you up
Like diesel in a metalic moster be for nothing?
Have you gone on futile labour free?
Be back to your place engine of life.
Not as a purse rights activist.
Never had the king of mortality be solitary
You are the pace centre of excitement.
Be strong and courageous
this i declare to you as master.
Till the coming of the good man.