FLOOD IN LAGOS                                                 poem

  

Look up to the sky,

And you see it smile.

Broad and elaborate,

Glowing and blazing.

The pavilion so brilliantly lit,

Rays of heat falls on every creature,

Sheltering under the tent.

The land and the sea,

All in habitant there in

Receive bloom and vigour.

Excitement at its peak.

Nature at work,

The heat drives deep.

The land and sea its destination.

 Up it comes.

Its luggage; the previous deposit.

Now on top,

The canopy bears the load.

Stretching and dangling.

But alas,

The firmaments pain threshold is here.

The sky burst open

Sending back to earth,

The wet arrows,

At its start,

Young, old, teenage,

Male and female rushing into their hurts,

Hurts crying for help,

Owners not there to render,

Raining like world is going to end.

Properties floating on water.

Water happy after is long journey

 From heaven.

Claiming to be the champion,

Bringing down houses and bridges.

Warning the government of the time.

Telling them their weakness.

Correcting citizens of their mistakes,

Admonishing them to stop making the

Drainage their garbage.

The rain is here again.

                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                               By:- Adeboye Abiodun(NIJ)