It Is A Rag Day Poem by Tony Adah
It Is A Rag Day
There is cacophony in the street
I am scared but it's just music at high pitch
The clanging of tins and the wearing of rags
And the painting of bodies and the begging for money
Where I am
A radio is carelessly throwing news
In the air and butterfly and singer machines
Sing their songs rolling clothes over
I am deaf
I am dead
In the dearth
Of quietude and I am sieving
Through the crowd home.
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5/3/2024 11:01:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey! Nicely written, although i wish you would continue. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Mr. A.E Onoja.