The Painful Tears of Lagos: Poem of Home

Lagos, sweet and wonderful Lagos  

So far, you have only seen your worst days.

The friends around you watch you suffer

Day by day. 

Not an hour goes by, before you see

The people you try to care for 

Fight for survival and drink their sorrow, 

But your “brothers” turn a blind eye to your pain. 

All you want, is for someone to understand your struggles, 

But no nice soul has been able to stop your tears. 

You try to teach many the ways to live

But your so called people, didn’t give a scent   

Or a whiff. 

The only think my pitiful heart could say, is

I am sorry. 

Please don’t die on me.