Golden Streets Poem by Babatunde Aremu

Golden streets,
Eternal lanes,
Not built by man
Nor laid with rubbles
No marble, no concrete
Yet, no pothole,
Bend and gallop
The streets never worn out
The dwellers trek not
But fly across unencumbered

There is no police to protect
Vices are foreign therein
No killing, shooting, riot or war
Pure silence, peace and rest
Are there day and night
Many hope to be there
But only few will be there
Singing triumphal songs forever
At the feet of the Most High