EMPTY STREETS By Inufin Ayomide
So she came out of nowhere to put us in bondage,
To avoid her homicide, we had to stay at home to pay homage,
Now, the home is a full house of empty dreams,
Of a place where poverty prevails over prosperity, of superstars who gloomily gleam.
This is the rise of a fall,
What a pain! An injury to all,
Son of a beast! This son is rising and the world is falling,
The beginning of end-time, the end is calling.
Hear sounds of emptiness filling nothiness,
This turbulent time has turned greatness into a great mess,
Empty streets! Empty stomachs! Empty pockets!
Legs no longer work now they’re kicking bucket.
I hope this moment becomes a memory,
And its pictures become wallpapers in Museum gallery,
The long walk to freedom is an endurance trek,
This storm will be over
and we shall build a lifeboat after the shipwreck.
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