The Road That Seems Right Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

There's a road that seems right
Running out beyond its own verge,
Speed-racing with bends and railways
Boards for deaf, talking signs for the blind
Red means danger and black for direction
Somebody is dying there tonight;
He's too fast to be kind to the red light.



There's a darkness that seems light
Shinning out beyond its own hollowness,
Doubt-dimming the heart of its looker;
The sons of the night are walking through
There's death ushering the unconscious mind
A killer is strolling today away unposed
Troubled and won't sleep with two eyes closed.



There's a crooked deal that seems straight
Like a stolen wine cheered with loud laughters
Though in secret where you hide yourself
You have taken what you call, enough
And then you beat yourself in the chest
But there is more one need to know about,
A twenty years coffee may still burn the throat.