The Scary Street Of Goons Poem by Olajide Timilehin

Sangó street is strict
Its road are rough
Stone-filled with stones
Dreadful and pale at night
Deadly in all facets
Harm to drivers' tyres
Troubles to footwagoners
Mundane and scary in the mid of darkness
Like a desert every where stays in decorum
Scorpions and snakes walking gallantly up down the street
Appearing dangerous to every man like poison
A few notices to the ladies
Sangó road closes by six
All mother's daughters must be indoor
At the set of the sun.
Even dem mummy's boy
Must not haul our street after seven
We've nothing to do with curfew
It is the rite of our streets
It's the way we are born and bread
To always live our nights in fear.