/NEIGHBOURHOOD
POEM: Neighbourhood NEIGHBOURHOOD A sprawling black tarmac broadway Ply passengers and goods Through its double lanes Announces the nascent national boom In agriculture. And paraded pockets of rooftop designs From glittering corrugated zinc sheets The various colours of aluminum sheets And the factory chimney stacks seen along the way. Fulani herders wielded guns and sticks As their cattle after a factory graze To control cows which galloped across Causing chaos as tyres screeched From vehicles brakes. Assorted blaring honks of vehicles As diesel engines throttle zoom Yet other noises the broth make Complete cacophonous morning wake. Our neighbourhood street Through the woods A snaky macadam trail Traced from a fork on the highway A rural scenery. Every morning all wake To a glorious day From neighbourhood birds Crowing, cooing, twittering, singing Complete cacophonous morning wake. /POEMS