LEKKI WITH FLAMES
In Jákàñdè, stars peep over the midnight clouds
children swim in sandy crowds
and call out to the breeze
that fan the trees with ease
in Àjàngbàdì, the air is a sparkling lace
tied around with grace
the woman treks the town - a thousand mile
with a greasy smile
but that's the last i heard of them
if death visits you, wear a golden emblem
keep your daughters save
and let your sons be brave
for the dragon that slept for centuries long
rouses at Lekki with flames and blood in tongue.
Dayò Ayílárá
About the Poet
Dayò Ayílárá is a Cartoonist, artist, thinker, lives between silence and laughter, and wields a big stick. A lawyer by day, a writer by night.
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