Posted by Aminu Musa on
Here the author's pen
on history journal's
far and wide.
To people familar
To people unknown
The dreams of young hero's unknown
That pass from still-birth to the grave
Addicted to drugs in pleasure and pain
we get them to chance to live they lives
for they are the one's on whose tombs
inscribed
Born today buried tommorrow
a future gone like the northern wind.