to Babylon
When tattered tents turn mole mounds
Clustered huts turn anthills
For village path turns mere thickets,
Village path to Sodom.
My hearts, like millstone, sinks;
Goaded, buried, capsized ferry -
To sink! To grope! I'm lost,
This wicked, wasted era.
- Adeshina Olusanya
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