Nightfall In the Shanties of Lagos
Before dusk,
Before dark when the rustle of the day is dawn
Inbetween those tankers, you will see them
In the robes of odour
Decorating the hollow corners of fear
Their faces, carries no pity
They are lord of the streets...
Nightfall on this lands,
When it rains, when thunderstorms come aboard
Whence shall they lay their heads
Those whose abode are the filthy bridges of Isale-eko
The half-hagard areas of Cele
Down to the mischievous dangers of the island
Where shall their heads find rest, for the waters would wash them ashore
When it is night,
Here in Lagos, especially mile-2
The siren nolonger scare them
Here where she slept a virgin and woke with triplets
Here where an innocent boy,
Suddenly woke to become a Don Coleon
And many futures were burnt before they were born
They are angels during the day, at night they are darker
Thank darkness
It can only be in lagos, espcially at night
Feaces, with faces of many color
Some in ring form, some triangular shape
In casket of green tantalising and grey
Smirk faced men
Short brunnete ladies, telling and urgingashore come
If i should go, you might as well read of me tomorrow
Do we forget the street merchant
Those homeless not hopeless
The servitudes, those with no home
For the services of our upkeep
Nightfall in the shanties of lagos,
Sounds and buzzes from the factories of buzz
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