They vowed not to
Pay the train fare
As the train slithers its way
They jumped perching on the coaches
And hide by the vestibules
The truth is that they have no place to go
But loiterers and pick pockets
Who swarm the stations
And soon will come down the train
When their act is a perfect deal
Thus in Lagos
An abberration is a norm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice presentation.............written in a very poetic manner...........sterling poem..........thanks