No Any The Better Poem by Haruna Garba

No Any The Better



Willingly we succumb to the grab
Soon we get tired of the little grip
Too tight, it turns out to be a grasp
Here emerges another quite glib
Charges the old squad of a glut
Plays switches let all see a glint
The void yields not to fly's gleam
Grudge leads to lifting with a grunt

No Any The Better
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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Haruna Garba

Haruna Garba

Dagauda, Bauchi State, Nigeria
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