By Abdullateef Balogun:
In my night
when by chance I traveled
between the scars and its space
through the realm of the lost soul
it’s noisy through their grave and sounds
On my way back to suburban
I was cold and worldly fear
Of the word in world that create war
Of what world have we chose
We never think of growing older
but yet we’re suffering and dying
My world are yet to be told
but never will I stop crying from the tears I shed
when I traveled through the realms