Eko Lagos

The streets of Lagos Snort odours of variant origins Whilst watching their breath claw its way Into the breathing hole of man The feet of Lagos Speedily catapulting legs forward Dance to the howling of cars On these burdened streets Thrashing and striking chords mercilessly The cacophonous orchestra of man and Danfo Creates a vortex of peaceful chaos On these weary yet wary streets With legs dangling in the waters And sitting on the edge of a phenomenon, The nature of man it wields Half beautiful, half grotesque