Jimoh Ibrahim

Freshman - 550 Points (01/03/1991 / Nigeria)

The Second World - Poem by Jimoh Ibrahim

In a non compos mentis state
Despatching remarks to the
Spirits of the second world
Belonging to the road way
Dressed in tattered clothes
With dip stick dangling tro and fro
Beneath the pathway
In a frowzy dreads

The world has treated him thus
From decades to century
Lost in a psychopath
Trailed with millions of flies
Chuckle, spinning to a
Non rhythmic tone
With white grey hair

Tell them
They have done him evil
They have drawn a close to a generation
The household is falling,
It's nobody's fault
Its famine that makes one
Eat the fruit of strange trees

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Comments about The Second World by Jimoh Ibrahim

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/9/2016 12:47:00 PM)

    Beneath the pathway
    In a frowzy dreads the second world talks about century of life. Very amazing drafting shared.10
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 9, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, January 11, 2016

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