Writings in the Skies by Gonsalves Mpili

Writings must burn the midnight oil,
Some won't read at daggers drawn,
Some obliged to take the bull by horns,
It's known writing in the skies,
Can't  be seen but must followed,
Writings are rules,
Some bury one's head in sand.

Clouds hiding the writings,
But we have the eagle's eye,
To hear and smell handwritings,
We put a feather in one's cap,
Shall we by safe,
Who don't follow shall kick the bucket,
Writings and we head over heels.

No one shan't break the writings,
We put one's all eggs in one basket,
Fot writings by followed,
Thunderstorms and million rains,
Protect the wet writings in skies,
Not to be broken by crocodiles,
Ooops!!! Writings not destroyed,
To life, for life by writings.