The street.
Flaunting beneath the steam
of the sun,
the flow in the art of
movement:
painting the shades of
struggle to feed,
running sweats for crumbs
in the moist of their lips.
Complexity in the face of
the unknown,
riddle of decision at the
toss and dice of risk;
clustered beneath the tale
of trick and deceit,
blooming comfort weaved
at the tantrum of noise.
Walking upon thorns for
power and fame,
wandering in the air of
attention;
swinging the clumsy tone
of ignorance,
voice of violence at the
music of peace.
Celebrating comfort at the
folly of vices and corruption.
Gathering to waste, bury
time to no remorse.
Written by Abayomi Ogunniyi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.