Acupuncture By Charlotte Reed - Get a Free Blog

Turn around
to paved, tarred glory
glistening under the same December sun,
shadowed by a façade of manmade luster.
Cheating men in power proudly pound their lizarded loafers,
snatching Naira from the machete-wielding sugar cane farmer for
the second wife at home, waiting to whiten her skin.
Blood oil stains all this modernity, seeping,
covering lies, deceit, all incapability
in thick, black, grime.
Half century.
Perhaps it’s time to return, reconsider.
Or maybe,
we’ll wait for the next tomorrow.
Dare to leave the old for new?
magus ~ 74 ~ mabus