This Showy World Poem by Haruna Garba

Fresh and scarcely visible
when the dump breath of the earth lives her
It soars heavenward
but as it gets exhausted enroute
and discover heaven is way out for their reach
their breeds pronounce themselves in to clouds
which finally burst in to wind thunder and lightening
let waves rock the low root holders
of the mighty and magnificent hanging heavens
This showy world
where the witty flourish their jewels
This showy world
that lends herself to be steered by few hands
If you had known what goes on in their minds
You will keep clear of all unsuccessful triers
Here are those who only dream of things to end it
Can't afford to live life of belittled, trampled breeds
Those at the bottom silently wish doom for all
and those who can lay their hands on dynamites
do nothing short of letting them off