Coin Incidences

Oja Oba would never forget
Of men that walked barefoot
Carrying live animals on their chest
No smiles on their faces,
And no bullet from their guns
No sirens to ward them off
And no questions to waste their time
The sun was high up in the sky
And an entire street was robbed.

This is to dead roses,
Forgotten past and a better tomorrow
To candles, and to match sticks
What is dead may never die
But memories would forever
hold unto the bliss of yesterday.

Victor Oyedele