Oluwatosin Richard Shiba Aribo
Purple House - Poem by Oluwatosin Richard Shiba Aribo
Eight flaming hours,
The mad angry fire ravaged the
The fire screamed,
the skies blackened
The earth too.
Our faces blackened
Our hands too.
The wallowed purple house bowed,
Collapsed, twisted into a grotesque fist
The fire strolled away towards the east.
And then the godamn' firemen arrived.
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