The fountain Arena

  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 .

  This poetry is a metaphorical poetry that satirises the political malpractices and sociological mis normalities in some countries. The obvious true about how harsh these policians can be and how brutal they can get to see the civilians yield to their bids. Steal freely through this poem and enrich your optimistic touch. Then they came Loads on heads Bent between; We went ahead of drum Beats of unpleasant sauce  Filling our dying thirst and  Rage with unquenched fury. With tears and care They clean our ponds:  On dry sands and spice, Weeding off our passion With metro of fervent pled  For more and more pampering.