And the capital
Of Eti - Osa
Maroko the place
I knew first as Lagos
Is gone and swalloewed
By the peninsulas of real estate
The squalor now sits
In the tummy of opulence
Our smooth sea sand
Where we played as children
Crying under the pavements
And the tilapias
In our green gutters pushed
To the still lagoons
Toads with their bulging eyes
Silently croaking away from here
Blown by the winds of modernity.
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