Vultures and falcons hover above, claws gleaming with eagerness grotesque beings dart aggressively towards me - a culinary journey in view My legs ferry me to the horizon, what mad hope - perhaps safety will snatch me into its satchel, just then - the chasm unseen, claims my legs with a stumbling request - a dissent of which lacerations robe my rind like one who fell into a billion needle hay stash - it slurps and slurps my mass Two arms extend their greasy help, soon possessed by exhaustion - going below slowly and steadily The end draws nigh perhaps What is life? - Heaps of futility muffles its answer Religion fogs our senses, while fear of the unknown hunts us The universe leaves the innocent to dance in the congregation of demons without a set of rules - The drums roar and tear the ambience of my peace of mind further Must I partake? Chukwuokike what is your take? The tears are trickling My biceps are enfeebled These letters are bearers of a plight - The young bard's