One Of Us Poem by Ray Anyasi

One Of Us



I regret he looked not his left again.
That which tugs his heart puts him in hurry.
He crosses the road and siezes to gain.
Hades gifts him fatally in furry.

Look, a stray jolopy scoops him to air.
Horror eyed, spat on us all life's red wine.
Lookers cried, wailed. For help will any dare?
Gory faced, jiltery hands. Is this blood mine?

A wife or kids, someone kissed him goodbye.
Hoping he'll return early for dinner.
Nay, nay, know not they his end was this nigh.
Yea, fading star. Whether saint or sinner.

Our world hence by his end, never the same.
Dying bloke by the curb...he has a name.

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Ray Anyasi

Ray Anyasi

Lagos, Nigeria
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