Huelo Raro Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

I smell odd

Dawn withdrawing,
the night led tottering in.
The vehicle paced the express,
Lots of negotiators their feelings express.
Doors of blessings, jars of troubles,
Fragnace of turmoil, Dirt like sea rumbles.
Then to a destination or such sort,
The vehicle did halt.
And an officer sat adjacent me,
Feeding me with odours' meal.
She smell laminated faeces,
Heaven knows if latrine gave her lashes.
My nose fought so fiercely with my lungs,
Till i from the vehicle got off.
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