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Lagos [1]

Swarming vehicles
Malicious horning
The sun above
lighting the day below
Like lovers in romantic romance,
these vehicles kissing each other's behind
Rattling and ranting of residents' complain
The impetuous day fires them a cold stare
Pastors and Prophets leaving righteousness behind
their voices raised in accordance to the unending horn and hoots
One hand to steer,
the other, to curse
This is Lagos,
The motherly home for aquatic habitat
This is Lagos
The platter where hopes and dreams are being fulfilled
The land of sadness' transformation to joy
and Joy's transformation to sadness
This is Lagos,
A place where frown and smile dance in unison
This is Lagos,
a place of uttermost fulfilment
This is Lagos,
a place of uttermost regret.
Like a raging rain,
The sky pours out tears in cash
Like a raging thunder,
the malicious laughter of robbers fills the air
©johnrhymez