Sun set in Lekki, Nigeria

To survive we had to run from the wars within,
there were not enough memories to keep us awake
When grief lives in walls,
what voices fills the streets,
bellows of men cries flows like streams, drained out by bullet holes piercing through!!
The dusk falls

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

You show your feelings what life is to you through this poem. Great work

[Nwaeze Joshua]

Yea...thanks so much!!

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend