Wall street was like an art gallery,
But without an entry or exit point.
One could find almost anything under the sun
Including ammunitions laced with cannabis.
An animated portrait,
Often painted with black and white folks.
The Earth used to be coated in scouting footprints
Stretching in to infinites.
Some infinites are greater than other infinites.
The Earth was like a jukebox without pushbuttons,
A market place, festive spot, talent show,
All that luxury, all that wealth in culture,
So close to remaking Babylon, before the pandemic.
Now the Earth is like an aisle but without earthlings.
The Earth has become an eerie playground.
The wind has invaded the silent space.
Nwalioba Emmanuel is a proud citizen of Nigeria with an ambition to attain greater height. He is a young poet whose aim is to write a good poem that would hopefully be published one day. He is an undergraduate of Nnamdi Azikiwe University in the department of Parasitology and Entomology. He loves Art, Poems, anything that stimulates his intellect. He has a habit of being too inquisitive but also funny and jovial.
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