Milk Taxi

MILK TAXIS. These the self acclaimed land Called milk gold. I have been standing By the signpost, Putting on my best coat. Some white stones fall And cause me cold. No milk taxi wants to pack my load, one says I am made of coal which would stain his cloths. I pick a leaf to Clean my skin, I see no coal. We have the same nose, There’s is long like hose. Under the sun there’s No fixed home, I will never reject Your toast. We all are made of The same bones. AKEWUSOLA HABIB.