Johnson Oyero

I hope You are  alive And not Feigning so   I hope You are not In a beehive Making nothing but noise   Live To live Is all that makes sense.  

SouthGate I hear thumps of hastened footsteps And the scintillating beat of excited dames I hear the bellow of Captain Trump Marshalling this megaton troop I see resolute men approaching the SouthGate Putting off number seven, and picking up number eight And I can overhear Captain Trump saying “Great” is the response as into “eight”Continue reading “SouthGate”