Ibrahim Lawal Soro
How Many Trees I Passed! - Poem by Ibrahim Lawal Soro
countless, they are suggesting and questioning;
'where are you heading' by then i replied with a noiseless voice affirming; 'To the federal capital territory with my bandaged smile to my meal flowing like this air from this fan on my humble head. '
countless, with their noxios stick pointing us we passers by
with their ignorant cane that know not mercy and
ignores leniency like me on innovators.
countless, with their flocks on the street powering the engine
beating the clutch with heavy toes of shoes
their minds seems of foes
but of skilled writers on the road.
countless, on a bike i arrived to a house
praying oh Allah help me on any trees that seems to be a block on my way to a precious life,
on my way to school i had heard some hearts saying a blackish words.
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