Poetry

BLACK LAGOS By Pentalk

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

And the street where innocent souls
Comb to feed their clamouring stomachs
Has become the grave without six feet
Where blood remain bold
Like the font on a signpost
Written on it;
Lagos-Ibadan Express way

But,
If only they knew,
How icy it is;
The hands of death
They wouldn’t have left their houses
For the foggy,bloody atmosphere

If only they knew,
How souls left without leaving words
They wouldn’t have followed the path
Of faded words,
Words that vanquish orally in air

But,
If only death knows,
Of mothers who had children at home,
Of mothers who Left to feed their children,
Of mothers who became barren,
Of children full of ambitions,
Of how happy homes
Now know no peace

If only death knows,
Of breadwinners
Who never had sleeping eyes

Then he might not
Have made them rust
On the mountain of non-existence

But,
if only they would come back to live,
Happier we would be

But death is only an Eraser
That never has the time to write.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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