Beauty

Does not Beauty gallops in the wilderness?
And like a horse ready for the stride,
Even her neck like a thunder!
She got wings like an eagle and heart leonine.

Like a mountain that drips with honey,
She dissipates so much energy;
Resonating her voice into the
Ears of men like a crescendo.

When she neighs,
All the trees of the field clap their hands,
At the flapping of her wings,
The winds are on call of duty.

With her legs, she’s ready to devour distance,
And with her wings,
She makes nonsense of mountains.
Greedily she zeals to recover wasted years.

Her neck surges far and far yonder
Even to the clinging of the teeth of swords.
Yes! Even the double-edged sword
Goes through her neck, yet not halted.

When she charges forward with her front legs;
It thunders and dusts stirred up, gets illuminated
And crested by lightning.
She waggles her tail and raindrops!

Out of her mouth proceeds justice!
Dishing out to her enemies, judgments!
Casting down right under her, her violators,
Entrails gush out,
Furlongs of blood on the row and all like a wow!

She’s Beauty and Beauty is the New Nigeria!