Victorial Island
With her garment glittering as gold
Skyscrapers scrubbing and scrapping the sky
Fleets of steels moving into her spine
In her womb, is the abode for the affluence
Echoes of stubborn bar beach
Hallowing the expatriates
Across my nose are the moving ship
In my eyes are bustling buses
there i screamed,
Victoria, Victoria an island in Lagos
Copyright © Kingsley Awoh | Year Posted 2011
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