In weary sentence and weathered scripture,
two still listen to what is mine and expressed,
the Theatre, empty, and free to see picture,
but not to hear meaning, none to be impressed.
Category: Rhyme
SKIES ABOVE SYRIA, Poetry by HABIB AKEWUSOLA
Same crew,
Unknown airspace.
islamick crisis state
Misplaced enveloped craze.
Publicity publishes reports,
Editorial tributes
Dry ink cups.
WILDsound Festival 