SOLITARY LETTERS - The Streets Sit Worn And Ragged

The Streets Sit Worn And Ragged

The streets sit worn and ragged

Cracked in front of abandoned shops,

Bicycles and weary slippers;

Mothers' wrappers strapped to their backs,

Suffocating noisy infants

Before the teargas eventually will;

For you have nothing to lose now.

The streets sit worn and ragged

Below walls painted by murder;

The bicycles run from their owners

As chaos diffuses with the dust.

©Samuel Jr.

Samuel Adeyemi (Samuel Jr.) is a poet and a spoken word artist. He currently studies English and Literature at Federal University, Lokoja. A lover of music, sports and art, He hails from Kogi state and resides in Abuja.

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