Every evening, children
from the street gather on this ground
to play our monkey post soccer
Our clothes tattered, shattered as we sing the song of victory home
The losers won't talk cos they have nothing to say
One day this pot bellied man came with his men.
He drove us away from our playing ground
Why did he do this?
My heart filled with sadness
I came back later to see our playing ground
What I saw is this big filling station
the problem of my nation.
Gbenga is a poet, dramist, song writer, masters student of literature at the university of Ibadan.
You can contact Gbenga on 07066960278
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