Shop is closed, traffic's on the road,...
Every's aim is to get home
Cos' night is here, Dark has shown
Most are home, ...tired,
Dinner is ready, supposed
Bathroom's splash of water, desired
...then gate closed.
Strips, playing dirty
Crooks, getting ready
All from their shattering zone,
Ready to strike like a groaning Cobra rolls.
Skulls, bones, stones, signalling a danger zone,
Lamentation, incantation, Spreeing in a tune,
Only understood by the underworld alone
That even the intelligent few failed to know
Eyes dazed
Voice raised
The tune of the raid
Makes them 'swagg' like the 'maimed'
Bustling, Rushing and Smashing the rack
On your mark, innocent souls ready to be hacked.
Kneeling on their knees; Busting with tears,
Yet birthing more Snares.
On hearing the sound of the spark
Twinkle, twinkle like the very little star
On the hype of a slap
The eyes see 'stars' ...imprinting a map.
Striking with a big dagger
After swallowing the bottled lager,
Taste so bitter, 'Flexing' like a 'Baga'
Topping it with some 'Shangaria'
Steaming with a very high beef,
Heaving a sigh of relief
After beheading an innocent, just from a grief
For no reason to feel
Men of the underworld
With Swords on board,
On its strike and spill of blood
One feels as if there was never a 'God'
The world indeed is a danger zone,
Man is warned not to be alone
Hence he ends up on the street naked & cold as Fear and Oppression engulf his whole,
Then spend rest of his life in the dungeon's hole...
Written by Bankole Kolawole
Edited by: Bamgbade Bams Adetoyese
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