27/04/2018
Lagos
Lagos drags herself to work She wakes and she burns Sleep-drunk her belly churns With footfalls on her tired back Fumes rage from cars and trucks Chimes in traffic hiccup After rainfall her guts brim up With clouds of dust and heat Traders sell from window shops Hawkers shout their goods and wares In the bustle no one cares As Lagos buries her face in the din Moneymakers march around With gaping holes in their smiles Waiting quotes from a thousand miles Like eager miners of coal Area boys in nooks and crannies Unemployed lungs roaming the streets Perpetrators of criminal feats By-products of greed and corruption
The politician`s pensive mood Surmise a swell time in the House Passings of bills for a little grouse And time to loot the nation`s fund Black beauties stroll past night clubs Delicate bronze bodies in brocades Outlines like silhouettes of sunshade Waiting for Lagos` filial embrace Lagos drags herself to sleep She sleeps but she burns In perpetual mirth she churns While footfalls die away
Copyright © Jude Chukwuemeka | Year Posted 2008
