Submitted by Anikulapo

As the smog held the air,
I saw the sky lurking
Behind the morning haze
That came last year.

I even saw death walking
Like a shadow before the

And, I come here,
To tell you that we
Are just in a home
Of many miseries.

Here, in the home,
We have fate in a
Fetid river to Zion

Where bloods flow like sinister,
In the artifacts of gods.

Published by Adekunle Writes

Adekunle is the author of a poetry collection, 'Arise Nigeria'. A young writer, Adekunle is a correspondent at Church Times Newspaper and Contributing Editor for Interviews at OPEN: Journal of Arts and Letters. He's the recipient of Daily Trust Newspaper's Poet of the week, January 2019. Follow me on Instagram on Adewunmi

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