Milk Taxi Poem by habib akewusola

MILK TAXIS.
These the self acclaimed land
Called milk gold.
I have been standing
By the signpost,
Putting on my best coat.
Some white stones fall
And cause me cold.
No milk taxi wants
to pack my load,
one says I am made
of coal which would
stain his cloths.
I pick a leaf to
Clean my skin,
I see no coal.
We have the same nose,
There's is long like hose.
Under the sun there's
No fixed home,
I will never reject
Your toast.
We all are made of
The same bones.
AKEWUSOLA HABIB