Pretty Wasiu
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 .