In Vogue Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Come trudge with me in jumble rubbles

Layers of construction erectile greed

Aroused as the funds sack went busted

To initiate a city center built on eggshell



Come listen to preached ephemeral;

That past pregnancy is today’s dawn

A resourceful developmental memorial

To propel the good that new age brings



But the troubled in meddling in mud

Or grease while adorned in white is like

Taking to flight, and riding on feather, that

If ever caught in whirling wind, is troubled



Same as oversight to evolutionary warning

That such despoliation offers no pasture new

But being only drummed to the hard to hear

Be sure disaster, inevitably loom next season