The New Train Poem by Tony Adah

We will sit in that new train
Corruption's craft,
At twilight, enjoy the incandescent
Bulbs and admire the upholstery
Our fear palpable the stains
That our goro chewing brothers
Will inflict on the beauty
Of this train.
We will listen to news hackney
Of how many looters have been gaoled
By the official thieves
Going down south
The train's radio sound will drive
Some birds flying away
We will count them and the years
They will remain in hibernation
They will not mind the wintry towns
Until nostalgia turns into a journey
And home is seen and felt
They will see the looters
Who chased the looters
Two of them will nest together.