and pavements are plastered with blood.
It drags us to commit atrocious evils,
sweeping through Athens like Poseidon's flood.
Rows of teeth are parted from the gums,
adorning a deep cola-brown cloak.
Our brains disintegrate into scantling crumbs,
as the cloudy bulb causes me to choke.
The traffic light fills my heart with anger,
as its emotions become volatile.
It prepares for war with its eyes of amber,
as my soul is drowned in my bile.
This white shawl of the mountain's peak,
clothes my mind till i wake up next week.
Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2017
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