Pulse Of The World Poem by Haruna Garba

Breeze-backing breath,
hurricane hailing havoc-
so it will abide
Pebbles pasting parapet,
rubbles rushing rough-
so it will ever be
Hangars hanging high,
samphire surging sadly-
so shall it always be
Shoots shooting spontaneously,
fine flowers falling-
so shall be the norm
Nuts nesting in nooks,
rakes reaping radicles-
so shall it ever hold

Hoax hurled in hype,
prank prejudicing pageant-
Is as it shall always be.
Each eager to excel
Darwin, Darwin, Darwin!
Divinity done forgone