Another day on lagos Island
Two boys fighting on their
Local dryland.
I wondered who started the
Conflict still,
But there they were entwined
in each others grip,
Out from blue comes a man
With a horse's whip;
Struggled to pull his way
Through the audience' stare
As he came, in awe, the
Audience' glare;
And two fighters took to
their heels, and fled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem