Anglomoz
Ideally, they sit on the streets.
In the darkness, they converse
Of the greatest mistakes to make.
Like the prosaic, their long streets stretch out.
On the axis of two; the combination of two.
Are destiny remake.
On this road, are golden pieces
That scatter around the hut.
Here, they converse till the break of dawn.
A city where exists no day nor night.
A city where they walk the streets
like vampires craving blood.
Like rangers searching skull.
Their sights rave my skin,
Like a rattlesnake.
And in their innocence, they were taken.
Roughly handled on the street of Anglo.
Towards the break of dawn
When the birds chirp no more
And feet scarcely found.
They all wither away unknowingly.
About the writer
Ajiboye Oluwatoyin Jasmine is a first year English student of Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. She is a writer of poetry, short stories, and articles with passion for journalism and the hope to become a very good Journalist.
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This poem brings smile to my face and it's thoughtful. Great work, Jasmine
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