Unlike Many Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

On the circled railway track

Humanitarian train moves fast

Frenzied folks cacophoned a word

In many languages.


A word that moves twice

As fast as the train

Compelling word that compels frenzied folks to surpass their make

And crashed against the moving train.


Unlike many, i would close my eyes

Deaf my ears to siren of train

I would walk the lone lane to win the race rather than run and crash

If to be second means to be happy,

I would rather be third to be happier

For first dies and second fractures

With my third position

I would manage a bruise which i could still walk with