The fountain Arena

  Teddy is a boy on a swing  To and fro he dance and sing Wishing for the star,  Leaping on the bar, He dance to fate On each steps he took, he made  One desire that fools would make  To live a life of death And give his life for breath,  He dance to fate Teddy was just a boy  When he learnt to play with toy  He's now a man  Filled with plan He dance to fate Teddy met with Joy  A lady who has beauty and coy She smiles and laughs  They wed and farm He dance to fate Teddy is now old  All grey and fold  He lives  He dies  He dance to fate

  When the street lord is the prettiest(leader) in the land, the land knows the definition of war and its effect. Pretty Wasiu explores the heart of a destabilised society govern by a devoted gang leader whose words of exaltation is in his weapon. Read through the poem for other details about  the most handsome man in town. ... The chief of all men  Fervent in mind, curious to bone He is faithful to God  And constant to His service: A Believer like him doesn't exist.  He kings the street and its verse  Holy worker of faith  Faithful drinker of tears  Not a God but he blesses people: Don't blame him, he kills for living.  Goats are his favourite Ogufe! Runs deep in his blood.  He goes where eyes dares not blink  But knows his psalm and chores by heart.  He spends his bullet to believers and the pegans:  Don't blame him, he kills for a living.  Read other exciting poem on this blog here .