Eko Lagos
The streets of Lagos
Snort odours of variant origins
Whilst watching their breath claw its way
Into the breathing hole of man
The feet of Lagos
Speedily catapulting legs forward
Dance to the howling of cars
On these burdened streets
Thrashing and striking chords mercilessly
The cacophonous orchestra of man and Danfo
Creates a vortex of peaceful chaos
On these weary yet wary streets
With legs dangling in the waters
And sitting on the edge of a phenomenon,
The nature of man it wields
Half beautiful, half grotesque
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