Lost amidst the crowd of heads
Trailing these disbanded paths of
Disparate feelings, especial aims
And massive protest via riots.

Furious, men in harms sending
Pellets which found, happily,
Accommodations in my already
Dehydrated flesh, I felt faint.

The crowd pushed steadily on,
Leaving me stuck to the tarred
Roads, my mind travelled miles
That seem increasingly unceasing.

The cause I strove to pursue now
Pursues me with no pursuer,
I am on a no-man’s land, trapped
In immaculate robes on pristine
Paths, failing, flowing, famished.


Yomi Kehinde.