By Oladeji Popoola
As they rush
into it as though it is Molue*
Many surge out
of it like water from a valveless tap
Memories of their rage
and the consequences would settle
in these children’s heads now that
it has broken apart.
”Children’
They are those necrotic grasses
underneath the feet of the raging
elephants.
Alas!
But life will continue
Yet these victims;
The hapless innocents
would take the brunt of this fate.
*The famous Lagos commercial bus.