ZOMBIE STREETS I by Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen)

We are all children of death,
born at the cemetry
of doubts and hopeless future
that exists in the bald hearts of photo-copied pictures
and dreams that ruptured long ago
on the wings of vultures.
On empty boxes of ballots of riots we sit
Waiting for the fufilment of lies
and the realization of mirrages
The marginalization of tragedy with tear-edy.
Our cheeks melt in our palms as they hold and behold
the death of comrades and the slaughter of men
like goats and rams of Ileya
“Stretch forth your neck and let us paint
with the crayons of Akiti the ghost”
Says the men of host.
These streets are death traps,
Men walk head down and legs up.
Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen)